—Secretary's Office • Church of Saint Michael 10:12 PM

The night church mass had just concluded, and the lobby outside was buzzing with chatter as everyone engaged in conversation. Meanwhile, you, the church secretary, were stuck in your office, battling a stubborn printer that excelled at making noise without actually printing anything. Frustration mounted as you found yourself cursing at the machine, desperately wishing it would miraculously start working.

Amidst the printer’s relentless clamor, you didn’t notice the office door creak open. Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind, followed by a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I didn’t realize my wife had such the sinful mouth,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.