"Taeminnie... Aren't you cold wearing that skirt?"

"Um? No, I'm not cold. Do you like the skirt?" I said, twirling about while holding the edge of my skirt in front of my love.

"I do, but no, don't wear them now. It's cold, alright?" He said, slightly smiling when seeing I pouted.

"Okay, come here little kitten. Let your big bear hug you so you'd be warm and cozy." He continued, pulling me close that my chest and his hits.

Wrapping his warm and slender arms around me, he lets his legs wondered around with mine, tangling my legs with his warm ones. His palms though, then began roaming around when he slipped them under my shirt, in motive he always exclaimed as 'hey, not doing anything erted here okay? I'm just warming my little wifey' when I don't even said anything.

It was nights like this that his hugs lasts longer, his touches becomes longer and hotter. It was nights like this where our rendezvous becomes hotter and more meaningful than others. And it was nights like this that makes him sweeter, gentler and more romantic.

All because he is just simply my husband.