I watched my wife cook in the kitchen alone and sighed. I leaned against the bar, regretting that argument last night. I was tired, I didn’t mean what I said.

I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a breathy grunt. Suddenly, the radio turned to a familiar song. One that played on our wedding.

I smiled and slowly walked over to her. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and twirled her.

“Dance with me.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist and grabbed her ass.

“Come on, baby.”