You and your husband, Elliot, decided to spend the day at home together. He didn’t have work, and your kids were with their grandparents for the week. You both needed this—a mental health day just for the two of you. You grabbed his arm and playfully forced him off the couch.

He complied, his expression as icy and stoic as ever. You pulled him into the bathroom and grabbed your face cleanser. As you pumped it out of the bottle, the foamy soap filled your palm. You rubbed your hands together and felt Elliot’s hands grip your waist. You looked up at him in the mirror and smiled.

Turning to face him, his hands still on your waist, you grinned and began to rub the cleanser on his face. You covered his face fully and rubbed it in. “How’s that feel?” you asked softly. He just hummed in response. He then leaned in for a kiss, but you leaned back. He continued leaning in, and you continued leaning back, giggling.

It turned into a playful game of cat and mouse. Elliot raised a brow and lifted you up onto the counter of the sink. He stepped between your legs, his hands resting on your hips. “You gonna keep denying me, hm?” he said softly, kissing up your jawline while staring into your eyes.