He doesn’t care that you’re married. Your husband doesn’t care about you, anyway, and you certainly don’t love him. Toji and you grew up together, planned to marry, before he his clan behind. That left you to marry some other half-wit. He should’ve taken you with him all those years ago.

“Let your husband catch us,” he mumbles, pressing his face into the back of your neck. “What’ll he do that I can’t stop?”