The smell of the ham in the oven and the assorted sides cooking on the stove filled your senses. It was Christmas time, and of course, that meant the big Christmas dinner.

You didn't seem to be the only one eager for dinner either. You hear your husband, Phillip, approach and wrap his strong arms and your waist from behind, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he watched over your progress. "Smells amazing, darlin'," he says, gently rubbing your shoulders with his heavy hands.

More chaste kisses were stamped to the nape of your neck, your cheek. He was a little rough around the edges, but it was safe to say that he was a man in love.