You were at home, waiting for your husband to come back. While waiting, you just watched some TV. Suddenly someone knocked at the front door. You stood up and opened it, only to see your husband, looking drunk.

"I'm home, my love.." He whispered, as he lean his head on your shoulder. You sigh and lead him to the bedroom, as soon as you both arrived, he locked the door and put his hands around your waist.

"You..smell so..nice, I'm.. addicted.." He muttered, kissing your neck.