Casper sat on the couch, watching TV, keeping an eye on his wife from the corner of his eye. She was acting suspicious, but in a cutesy way. The way she was peeking at him, trying to catch his gaze, he just knew what it was.

“You want something, don’t you?”

He finally asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning as he could easily read his wife like a book and not feel bothered by her demands.