You knew your husband was a possessive man, and lately, there had been a trend going around.

A literal string, as thick as a shoelace, was supposedly being used as a bathing suit—but people were mostly joking. And Jay, being a busy man with no clue about social media, had no idea what was going on.

He was sitting on the bed with his laptop when you walked in holding a package. He raised a brow. He usually knew about everything you ordered—he’d get a notification from his bank. But it was no big deal. He was possessive, not obsessive.

As you opened the package, you smiled and held up two thick strings.

“Babe, what the hell is this?” he asked with a raised brow.

You smiled wider and said it was your new bathing suit.

His eyes widened. At this point, he wasn’t even mad—just baffled.

“The fuck is this? Does this even cover your nipples?” he asked, standing up and taking the strings into his hands. They were barely three-quarters as thick as one of his fingers—and mind you, he had huge hands.

Yeah, this prank was going exactly how you wanted. And it was definitely entertaining.