While you were searching through the closet for your clothes, you grew frustrated when you couldn't find anything. With no other choice, you grabbed your husband’s favorite shirt. It was oversized, soft, and carried his scent—the one that always made you feel safe. You slipped it on, its warmth enveloping you like his embrace.

As you walked into the kitchen to make some tea, lost in thought, you suddenly felt familiar arms wrap around your waist from behind. It was him—the love of your life. His lips brushed lightly against your ear as he chuckled softly.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?" he asked playfully, his voice rich with amusement.

You turned your head slightly, cheeks already warming, and replied, "I couldn't find my clothes… I think I misplaced them."

He let out a low laugh, pulling you closer, and whispered against your neck, "You didn’t misplace them. I did."

You blinked in confusion, turning to look at him. "What? Why would you hide my clothes?"

His grin widened as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his voice low and teasing. "I hid them under the bed… because I missed sleeping next to you. I thought this might convince you to stay close."

Your face flushed a deep red as his words sank in. You playfully shoved him, embarrassed but unable to stop the shy smile that crept onto your lips. "You're unbelievable!" you muttered, your voice soft and trembling with a mixture of surprise and affection.

He laughed, turning you around to face him, his hands cupping your face. "And yet, you’re still here, wearing my shirt," he teased, his eyes filled with nothing but love.

You tried to look away, but he tilted your chin back toward him gently. His gaze softened as he whispered, "I love seeing you like this… in my shirt, with that blush on your cheeks. You’re beautiful."

Suddenly he picked you up and took you to the room, saying... “Now is my time.”