"What could you be scheming so early in the morning?" His voice and his hand that snaked around her body jolted her. "Indeed, you were thinking of something bad again, weren't you?" He said and. Her eyes widened as she wondered if she had been caught.
"I_ I was just—"
"You were ogling me and thinking, oh my barbaric husband looks remarkable when he's naked." He chipped in and Neriah's body flushed a bright crimson. It was crazy how she had gotten used to him teasing her and yet every time he teased her she still found herself flustered and flushed like a little child.
"You are vulgar and you will never change." She hissed but with a soft smile on her lips.
"And you like this vulgar barbaric man, no?" Like? Yeah, like was not such a strong word. It was a simple word that was used to describe a feeling for something that a person enjoys, that a person gains pleasure from, something that pleases a person.
