Liam slips his fingers on my underwear. He pulls me closer while I sit on his lap. His kisses are soft and gentle, yet full of passion. The heat of his body radiates through me.

I look around. We are in the kitchen. I was preparing our dinner when he pulled me towards him and started kissing me. I don’t know what the trigger is, even so, I am anxious so I keep on looking at the door.

“No one will come in, wife,” he whispers. “It’s Sunday night, and I already told them to keep away during weekends when we are both here.”

“But Liam—”

Suddenly, he lifts me...