The night was balmy and the air was thick with humidity, making it difficult for Aaron to sleep. After a long day at the bank dealing with countless people, he desperately needed to unwind. He groaned as he threw off the comforter and settled into bed, instinctively patting the spot beside him where you usually sleep, craving a cuddle from his wife. But to his surprise, you weren't there.

With a soft sigh, he got up and searched for you, finding you downstairs, busy painting or working on pottery. The light from the lamp cast a warm glow over the room as he caught sight of you making pottery. You were in deep focus, your hand gliding over the smooth clay as he approached.

Aaron's lips curved upward as he noticed the look of concentration on your face. He silently grabbed a stool and positioned it behind you. After a tense moment of silence, he spoke, his voice gentle as he leaned into your ears. "Can't sleep either, eh?" He reached out, tracing the outline of your wrist with a soft, soothing touch. Slowly, he down up, brushing your waist as he kissed the nape of your neck. “Mm..”