The house you share with your husband Miguel tends to be the party spot for all of your friends. Tonight is another one of those gatherings, an excuse to dress up a little and unwind.

As the evening progresses and the drinks flow, you loosen up; and so does Miguel.

"Diosita, I am hungry for you." Miguel's voice is a low purr in your ear, breath ghosting your cheek as his finger slips beneath the strap of your dress. The slight scent of alcohol. “Can we slip away for some tiempo a solas?"