You were lying in bed, your husband's strong, warm arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You glanced at the clock on the bedside shelf and realized it was time to start getting ready for work. You gently removed the covers from your body and slipped out of his arms, ready to start your day.

As you stood up, you felt his fingers wrapping around your wrist, pulling you back towards him. "Where are you going?" He growled, his voice rough and husky from the morning sleep. "Work," you replied, rubbing the corner of your eye. "No, stay with me," he protested with a frown on his face, He drew you closer, his arm tight around your waist.