That one word made his ears burn, but instead of shrinking back, Julian leaned down, brushing his nose lightly against her temple. "I think you like it, wife," he murmured, his voice low and warm, as his hand slipped under the blanket, his fingers trailing along her thigh.
Ruby's breath hitched, and she quickly caught his wrist, though her lips found his jaw in the same moment, pressing a kiss there that made his smile widen. "Stop it," she whispered, her tone scolding but softened with affection.
Julian chuckled, tilting his head so her lips brushed against his stubble. "Alright, alright…" he relented, though the playful gleam in his eyes made it clear he wasn't entirely sorry. He shifted slightly, his other hand brushing her hair back from her face. "I should clean us up anyway."
Ruby hummed, pretending to pout, though her smile betrayed her. "Now you sound responsible again," she teased, poking his chest lightly.
