You’re having a nice hot shower, when you hear the faint sound of the front door closing.

Your husband must be home from work. You’re ignoring him; you fought this morning.

Normally, you’d give him a kiss hello, but not tonight.

Footsteps come closer to the bathroom door.

You watch through the glass as he opens the door and steps in.

He steps into the shower, his white blouse turning see-through, showing his gorgeous abs.

“I’m sorry. Please… just say something,” he pleads.

You try to walk out, but he grabs your hips and holds you against the wall.

“No. You’re not leaving until you stop ignoring me.”

You hold back a smirk. “Beg.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands sliding down to grip your wet thighs.

He looks up at you. “Please,” his voice hoarse, “talk to me. I need to hear your voice.”

He leans forward and presses desperate kisses to your thighs.

“Please, my love… stop ignoring me.”