Dean pulled Jasmine's hand to get his wife's body back in his arms. He doesn't like it when his wife says he is a thief.
"Are you saying I'm a thief?" Dean asked in a pressing tone, and his eyes seemed to want to devour the woman in front of him.
"Yes. You are a thief in the morning," Jasmine replied without any fear.
Jasmine smiled. Seeing Dean's face, she was annoyed because she said Dean was a thief. She touched Dean's forehead gently, and her smile returned to her husband.
"Don't be angry, okay?" Jasmine said, then kissed Dean's forehead gently.
Dean kissed Jasmine's lips again. Their kiss lasted long enough because Jasmine also kissed her husband back. Dean's hand began to dig into Jasmine's clothes, touched one of her breasts, and then squeezed gently.
Dean's cell phone rang, but he ignored it and continued kissing Jasmine. However, his cell phone ringing was disturbing and took away his desire to continue caressing his wife.
