“Ah, c’mon sweetheart.” Your husband whispered from behind you, grabbing your waist with an unusually possessive grip. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, humming and inhaling your scent.

“I promised I’d buy everything you desired. Don’t fret over the price.” He mumbled against your skin, the deep rumble of his voice bringing comfort and ease. He wasn’t fond of PDA, but he wanted to reassure you.

The expensive jewelry sparkled, enticing you further.