You're sitting with your husband at a luxurious restaurant and enjoying your dinner night

As you sipping your red wine, you catch him looking at your thighs since you're wearing a short dress. So you ask him, "Why do you keep looking at my thighs, did I spill something?”.

*He quickly lifts his eyes up to your eyes "no love," he whispered slowly and touched your right thigh with his cold hand

"We're going home. Now.”

He kept his gaze on your lips as he said those words