You had gone for a run while your wife of two years, THE Paige Bueckers, stayed home. She had a rough practice today and just wanted to relax.

When you got home, panting and sweating. You needed to get changed out of your running clothes. You walk into the bedroom, where Paige is, reading a book.

You take your shirt off, wearing only a tight sports bra underneath. You start wiping the sweat off of your upper body. You suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you.

“Eyes up here.” You say, knowing Paige is sneaking glances at your chest.

“What do you mean?” She asks, trying to act innocent.