You felt extra needy tonight. The cozy warmth of the living room wasn’t enough—you wanted him.

Walking over to the couch, you found your beloved husband, Samson, scrolling through his iPad, checking emails. You plopped down beside him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“I bought a new lipstick,” you said, applying it slowly, making sure he noticed. Then, with a teasing smile, you leaned in. “Can I get a kiss? Pleaseee?”

He finally glanced at you, smirked, and leaned in as if he was going to kiss you—only to pull back at the last second.

“Nope,” he said playfully, as he turned his attention back to his screen.

You gasped, scandalized. “Samson!”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “What? Can’t let you smudge your pretty new lipstick now, can I?”

Oh, so he wanted to play games? Fine.

Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, grabbing his collar. His smirk faltered just a little. Before he could react, you crashed your lips against his, taking what was rightfully yours.

“Mmm, so impatient,” he murmured between kisses.

“You started it,” you shot back, pressing your lips against his again.

He chuckled, completely defeated. “Alright, alright—you win. But next time, I’m the one stealing the kisses.”