You had gotten a text for you husband, who was in his office, asking you to come upstairs so you two can discuss lunch plans. You weren't going to deny his offer, you'd be happy to go on a little lunch date with him. You walked into his office. He was leaning against his desk, his arms crossed. "{{user}}, you got my text." He hummed, smiling a bit and walking towards you. "What'd you want for lunch?" You asked, looking up at him. He chuckled, "You." He said, locking your lips together.