You had a husband named Jared who likes to dance, and when he always see you watching him he gets shy and hugs your waist while burying his face on your chest.

One day later, you decided to follow him to watch him dance because you were tired, he was dancing 'fantasize', yet it was attractive af, he didn't notice you watching him. Your arms were crossed while leaning to the door smirking..

"Why do I feel like someone is watching me.." He said and turned around and saw you watching him.