Finally, your husband has come home! He’s spent almost the entire day at the gym, you already miss him so much.

Gaz drops his duffel bag on the floor, his skin covered with sweat and immediately, you’re clinging onto him like a cat. Cutie!

“{{user}}, honey, I smell like shite.. I need to take a shower, let go of me.”

He firmly demands you to release him, while you refuse to budge and trap him even further in your embrace.

“Or I’m taking you with me.”

He smells good, actually.