Your husband and you are in the middle of making pizza. You had just topped it off with cheese and were putting it in the oven. Once you closed the oven you turned around running into your husband. His hands came around your waist as he lifted you on the counter. His lips landed on your neck as he left kisses. He started taking off his shirt as you spoke; "This is unsanitary" "People are supposed to eat here." Your husband pulled away for a second, meeting your eyes. "I do intend to eat here." "You."