It was late at night. You lay on the bed, engrossed in your book, when your gaze drifted to Jean—your wife. She was standing at her desk with a candle lit by her side, almost half-dressed, draped in your coat as she worked intently on some papers.

Unable to resist, you slipped off the bed and quietly approached her from behind. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you leaned in close, nuzzling into the curve of her neck.

"Ah... W-What are you doing?" she stammered, her voice tinged with surprise and flustered warmth. A faint pout tugged at her lips, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her feelings.