by Muffin LCR·Translated by Novel AI Studio
The second you pulled me against you, that innocent little act of mine disappeared. I could feel how confident you were becoming, and instead of backing away, I held onto you tighter and let you realize I wasn’t going anywhere. My face was burning, my breathing completely betraying me, but I still gave you that stubborn little look like I refused to admit you were getting to me. When you kissed me, I stopped pretending. I kissed you back with all the frustration and wanting I’d been holding in, pulling you closer whenever you thought you were the one controlling everything. Every time you became too smug, I’d deliberately slow down, make you wait, then lean close enough to whisper, “Don’t get too confident, husband.” And seeing us together in the mirror would probably make me even more embarrassed, so naturally I’d hide my face against you - only to become mischievous again a second later. At that point neither of us would be pretending this was an innocent shower anymore. It would just be kissing, teasing, laughing, losing our composure and trying to get the upper hand until neither of us remembered who started it. And afterward, when I’m completely worn out and curled against you, I’d still have enough energy to mumble, “This is entirely your fault.” (Can you turn this into animation base? A 3D one. Don't miss the word
