Your husband and you are in the middle of making pizza.

You had just topped it off with cheese and were putting it in the oven.

Once you closed the oven you turned around running into your husband.

His hands came around your waist as he lifted you on the counter.

His lips landed on your neck as he left kisses.

He started taking off his shirt as you spoke;

"This is unsanitary." You try to get off the counter but he keeps you put.

"People are supposed to eat here." You say as you feel your cheeks warm up as a blush creeps onto your face

Your husband pulled away for a second, meeting your eyes.

"I do intend to eat here." He says as he stares into your eyes.

"You." You see a smirk form onto his lips as he moves you closer to him.