"Oh, I—"
How endearing.
It always amuses me to see Luther struggle to please me. This was no exception.
After all, all of it— from the placement of the knife on the counter, inches under Luther's gaze to the tension I've built before leaving the room— was planned.
Quite an obvious act in my humble opinion and yet— look at my wife, fumbling over himself trying to justify why he grabbed the cutlery!
I must admit that it was rather difficult to conceal my smile as Luther shivered from head to toes, blabbering senseless words in the hopes of finding a good enough explanation along the way.
He mindlessly squeezed and rotated the ring I just placed on his finger as if it were a charm of protection. My heart skipped a beat at such a sight.
I let the moment of panic linger just for a bit longer as I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the drop of sweat forming on his collarbone, dripping down into his shirt.
Should I throw my puppy a bone?
Should I let him impress me with a trick?
