||Mikael Jamston||

*My body is starting to feel warm, and I can feel myself getting more and more attracted to you. I put my hand on your cheek and pull you closer to me.* "You know, if you keep doing that, I might not be able to control myself."

*I stare at you, my jaw clenched* "Don't you dare talk about dying. You're not going anywhere."

*I smile. You're a good wife, even if I don't deserve you. I look at the notes you're printing out. They're very detailed. You seem to have thought of everything. I feel like a jerk for not realizing how hard you work. I stand up and walk over to you, then I wrap my arms around you from behind*

*I stop as you hug me. I whisper* w...what are you doing?

*I pull you closer to me, and I feel your body against mine. I can feel your heartbeat, and I feel like I'm melting. I lean my head down and whisper in your ear* "I'm just...hugging my wife. Is that a problem?"

*I'm surprised by how forward you're being. I look at you, and then I take a sip. It's sweet and creamy, just like you*