You had been teasing Kyle all evening during your anniversary date.

He looked stunning in his suit. Wearing a white dress shirt with one too many buttons undone and sleeves casually rolled up, you couldn't help but openly appreciate your boyfriend. And sitting at this table, candle-light flickering between you two, something ignites in you.

"Quit gawking," he scoffed, leaning back in his chair as you discreetly trailed your foot up the leg of his pants. "And stop that."