I could feel people's stares following us, wherever Ethan and I stepped in.
There was a reason for that. Ethan and I were wearing matching office attire. It was so obvious. His suit & my skirt, his tie & my scarf, and his shirt & my top were the same color and category.
"How can you be so childish at the age of 28?"
I whispered to him, keeping my voice as low as possible when we got on the elevator.
"What's wrong with it?" he leaned in closer and blew on my neck, "After all, I only have one wife."
I flinched back, caressing my neck, feeling a shiver going through my body. I couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a rush of warmth in my chest. Ethan always knew how to make me feel special, even in the most ordinary of situations. As we stepped out of the elevator, our matching attire drew even more glances from the other employees.
Ethan purposely got down on the floor with multiple employees.
