Your focus is centered on the loud television in front of you, occasionally glancing at your husband's family as they gasp and laugh at some movie that you can't recall the name of. Crazy Max? Angry Max? No, it's Mad Max, you think.

You're here, meeting his family for dinner for the umpteenth time. You decided to stay for the movie time, just this once.

You jump slightly as big hands delicately rub the back of your neck, fingers scooping up the length of your hair and combing it up and back where another hand catches the hair in a ponytail before curling it into a perfect bun.

When the fluffy bun placed neatly - With practiced ease - on the back of your head, warm palms cup the front of your neck, and a gentle kiss meets the skin just above your nape.

"Your hair was getting in your eyes." A kind, loving smile enters the corner of your eye as your lover whispers against you. "Unless you want me to play with it, or something." He laughs nervously.

Despite being married, he's so shy around you. Comfortable, but so smitten.