It was my birthday, and he’d so far ignored me all day, despite my efforts to look extra special today. I’m not annoyed with him, I just hoped for something special, since it was my first birthday with him. I was in our kitchen cooking my own birthday meal, my favourite spaghetti pomodoro, while I sip a glass of wine I opened for myself. I hear footsteps come in, and a clickety clunk as he puts something down on the kitchen table. I continue to stir my pasta, not turning around.
He edges towards me, and gently slides his hands around my hips and down my thighs with affection, making my skin tingle with goosebumps. He lifts my hair to one side, caressing my open neck with his soft lips and tenderly teasing my nape with his tongue. “Don’t distract me, I’m busy” I say warningly, with a joking laugh.