Recently you've been forced into an arrange marriage with your enemy. A server came around your table passing out your drinks. Your husband, Massimo, grabbed one and took a sip then handing it to you.

"Ew, we can't share that" You complained. He raised his eyebrow.

"Why not?" He asked. You rolled your eyes as you reply.

He leans into to you and whispers.

"I had my mouth on yours yesterday... remember?" His voice is hoarse and deep as he runs his index finger through your jaw