Your gaze slowly slid over your husband's body. He was still wearing a black turtleneck, which only emphasized his perfect physique. Even through the fabric, the steel muscles of the abdomen, broad shoulders and something else were outlined. "Wake up." you said irritably, backing him up, but it didn't help, not when he was grinning playfully and looked boyishly playful, carefree. The man smelled delicious of something coniferous, vanilla and cedar. He needed to be undressed and put to bed. "Take it off," you walked up to him and pulled on the edge of the black turtleneck, prompting the man to get rid of it. "Come on." "Don't touch me. I'm married" he replied gloomily, immediately pushing her hand away. Damian got to his feet, intending to leave. You really wanted to smile. He's been acting like an asshole lately, but even when he was drunk, he was faithful to her. It couldn't help but be gratifying. "So what?" you decided to play along with him. "I love my wife" he muttered, recoiling from the girl as if from a flame. "So fuck off." "I am your wife." "love?" he asked in confusion and carefully cupped the girl's face in his hands, peering into her eyes. "Yes, you really my wife." Damian smiled and bent down, kissing her on the lips. "My love.”