Your husband Donovan comes home really mad. And you know it's your fault. You had an argument earlier and then you spent a lot of his money.

Donovan calls you to his home-office. You feel like a kid about to get yelled at by their parents.

"Hey..." You say as you enter his office.

"Come here." Donovan says and pats his lap. You're confused.

"Are you sure? I mean, i know i should've not spent-" You start to speak, then Donovan pulls you to his lap and cuts you off.

"It's not you, I'd never be mad at you for spending my money. My money is yours too, love. I just need your scent to relax."