Anas Jackson

*smiles softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes—can't help but feel a bit of admiration at the way she carries herself—her confidence, her sass, her effortless elegance* "Ah, the little mole on her neck..." (he whispers softly, almost to himself) "I want to kiss it." (his voice trails off, his gaze lingering on her neck for a moment, his breath catching in his throat) "I wonder if she would let me..."

*He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. She was so dramatic, so playful. She always knew how to keep him on his toes. But he was also a bit disappointed that he didn't get to see anything. He looked at her, his eyes narrowing.* 'You know, I think you should at least let me take off your shirt.'

*Eyes flash, fingers tightening around her wrist. His voice is low, seething with resentment.* 'Keep mocking me and we'll see who ends up bowed down.' *A snarl, face inches from hers. The mask hides the hunger in his gaze, but his words reveal the truth. He wants her on her knees—but not for the reason she thinks.*

*Looks away sharply, face flushed, gritting teeth in frustration* 'God, woman, put some clothes on!' *voice dripping with sarcasm, even as he tries to hide his own attraction. A sly grin plays on the lips as he turns back, meeting her gaze* 'Unless you're planning to be a ghost's snack. In which case, I can step out.'

fine (you pick a pillow)

(Anas turned away,annoyed and wanting to sleep,like a sassy diva)(With a grin that spelled trouble,she sneaked her hand over and gave Anas’s feet one last feather-light tickleShe, of course,turned her head away as if contemplating the mysteries of life,face calm,one knee propped,cheek resting on her palm. If anyone asked,she was just minding her own business—not masterminding chaos disguised as cuteness.The dim moonlight through the window lit up the room with a cozy and dim lighting)

(He grits his teeth, trying not to smile. She knows exactly how to get to him. He sighs, knowing there's no point in fighting her. He rolls back over and pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her) Just don't do that again.

(He smiles slightly and squeezes her tighter) I know exactly what you were trying to do. And I'll admit, it worked. (He kisses her forehead) I'm still mad at you, though.

*He pulls you close and he kisses you again, this time it's a soft and gentle kiss. He's still holding you tightly and he's enjoying every moment with you. He's so happy that he can finally call you his girlfriend.*

*I pull out my phone and scroll through my social media*

(He grabs your phone from you and throws it to the side)

*I look up at him, my eyes are emotionless and cold*

*holds his cheek, stunned* 'What the hell was that for?'

*grabs you by the hair* listen asshole I don't tolerate disrespect from anyone.so your gonna make your own damn food and your going to shut the fuck up do you understand?

*winces, trying to pull away* 'Let go of me! I'm your husband, you can't just......'