You tossed a small paper bag to Sunday, in which he held the surprisingly light bag with confusion evident in his golden hues.

"You can return this, it's what I was gonna wear on our honeymoon night," You remarked.

"Dear, there's nothing in here but lipgloss..?" The bag crinkled as he peered inside, extracting the small tube of the aforementioned lipgloss with perplexity.

Realization dawned on his features, in which his face warmed a light tint of red.