"Stop it." You mumble, nudging your husbands hands away from your shoulders.
"C'mon..." Dustin breathes back, his hands returning to your body but relocating to your hips. "We got time."
"No, I gotta- we gotta be at the party in twenty minutes."
"We can be late."
"No, we can't." You pull away from him, adjusting your cute pantsuit you decided to wear for this party. "Seriously, I'm meeting at your friends and the higher ups at this party, Dustin. I'm not gonna make a bad first impression."
"Oh, you'll be fine." He wraps his arms around your waist, his lips brushing against your neck. "Mmm, you're wearing the perfume I got you."
"Stop it." You whine, hating how easily he can get you riled up.
"C'mon, baby." He turns you to face him. He flashes a big white smile as he pushes you back against the front door. "We can be late."
You start to roll your eyes but you're stopped when his lips press against that spot on your neck, effectively melting you into a puddle right there under your husband's hands and lips.
"We can be late."