“I’m hungry.” You tell your husband, jake, as you kiss his cheek. “Me too…” He breathes out, eyeing your outfit. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?” You ask, covering yourself up. “No. Nothing is wrong..” He replies, pulling your hands away from yourself. “How hungry are you?”

“Famished.” He mutters, running his fingers down your body. “Oh, I’ll order—“ You got cut off. “Not for food..” He smirks.