SUMIRE
Sumire felt his hands on her clothes but before it could go further, he suddenly stopped. She looked at him horrified.
"So, I hope your punishment was satisfying."
"Jerk."
"But you love me?"
"I love you, you big dummy."
The moment she said those words, she felt something hard press against her stomach. Sumire looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Yuhi shakes his head and she chuckles.
"Mister, you're not being very honest with yourself."
"Honest huh? I'd like to think I'm honest when it comes to what I want. But, I find myself holding myself back in favour for my wife's desires."
"Your wife mister, she wants you and only you. She wants to do what you want."
Yuhi's gaze softened. "Yeah, that certainly sounds like her." He bends down and his lips graze her ear. "Sorry I'll be quick. I won't ruin your dress."
