Please forgive me!

Ann slowly turned on her heels, and as she did, her eyes locked on Jeff, who stood there with a mischievous grin.

He was adorned with a bright red ribbon, carefully tied around him, forming a perfect bow.

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he stood there, wearing nothing but his birthday suit, looking at Ann affectionately.

"Hahaha!" Her laughter reverberated through the room, tears streaming down her face and her stomach aching from the intensity of her amusement.

In all her years, she had never witnessed such a hilarious scene. It was so entertaining that it even made her feel a different kind of hunger, not for food though.

" Mr. Go! You are the most delicious delicacy I have ever seen in my entire life. Eating you will not be enough; devouring you more like it will completely satisfy my hunger," Ann told him teasingly.

"Whatever makes you happy, I'm here to oblige." He closed the distance between them, his steps deliberate and steady. His eyes locked on Ann's, conveying a world of unspoken intent.

His hand extended, seeking hers, before enveloping her in his embrace.

Their bodies drew nearer, and he tenderly embraced her, his touch igniting a flame of longing within her.

With a palpable sense of urgency, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a fervent and ardent kiss, expressing a depth of emotion that transcended mere words.

As much as she received, Ann returned the passionate kiss, savoring every moment of it.

Time seemed to stand still as they embraced, their love for each other evident in the tender and affectionate way they kissed.

It felt as though there was no tomorrow, and their connection was truly remarkable.

Ann pulled away slightly from their embrace, fixing her husband with a hungry gaze in her eyes.

"Mr. Jeff Go, I would greatly appreciate it if you could put on some clothes before we continue. Then let's have dinner together first. I haven't eaten yet and I'm quite hungry."

She reminded Jeff with a smile and took joyful steps toward the elegant dining room.

The anticipation of delicious, mouth-watering food made her heart race, and she couldn't help but feel like she was about to strike gold with each savory bite and what would come next.

Jeff attentively listened to Ann's request and promptly proceeded to the bedroom in order to select an appropriate ensemble of clothing to wear.

When given the choice, he prefers to remain in a state of readiness for action.

Upon his return, Ann was already comfortably seated at the table, enjoying some delicacy and sipping on a glass of wine.

While looking at Ann, he thought, God! I can never get enough of just watching you eat so lovingly. I wish I could be the food you're happily devouring, satisfying your hunger.

"Oh, you're back! I think I prefer your birthday suit," Ann joked, her face turning red from both the alcohol she had been drinking and the embarrassment of her own words.

" Hmmm! Sweetheart, if you want, I can change back to my birthday suit again. Say the word, and it's a done deal!" Jeff sat down at the table with a warm smile on his face, pulled out his chair, and began to enjoy his meal with evident delight.

Jeff asked Ann how the food was and if she was feeling better now, showing that he was thoughtful and considerate of her well-being.

"Never before had I experienced such a delectable dish; as I savored each bite, my hunger grew as I reflected on the intriguing sights I had encountered earlier." A content smile adorned her face as she maintained eye contact with Jeff, admiring the captivating hue of his bright blue eyes.

Jeff smiled mischievously at his wife and continued eating while in deep thought...

How could he be so lucky to have met such a woman? All his young life, Jeff had lived with an aloof attitude, not wanting any connection, relationship, or attachment.

He didn't want to suffer the same feeling as when his mother left him at a young age in the care of his grandfather. She Left him without looking back.

As Jeff lovingly watched his wife pick out the vegetables she didn't like and place them on his plate, he hesitantly asked, "Sweetheart, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Feel free to ask any question you have; asking is always free. However, keep in mind that there might be a cost associated with receiving the answer."

"Let's say, hypothetically, I die and leave you and our children alone in this world. Will you marry again? If your answer is yes, will you take our children with you or leave it to your Mother to raise?" Jeff asked, his voice tinged with sadness and concern for the future well-being of their children.

Ann was stunned for a moment and speechless; " First you are not allowed to die on me, second if you die on me, I will kill you! Lastly, no! I will not remarry again. I will live my life for our children until my time comes to meet with you again. Are you happy now?"

When asked for her opinion, Ann replied with a serious expression, indicating the gravity of her response.

As the evening wound down, they made their way to the cozy living room, settling into the plush armchairs with their favorite wine glasses in hand.

They took leisurely sips, savoring the rich flavors, while the soft melodies of the music filled the air, creating a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere.

As Jeff rose to his feet, he extended his hand towards Ann, a warm smile on his face. "This song is dedicated to you. Would you do me the honor of sharing this dance with me?" he inquired, his earnest gaze imploring Ann to join him.

As Ann gazed into Jeff's eyes, she reached out and gently took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch.

With a look of tenderness, she rose from her seat, drawing him into a tender embrace.

They swayed together, moving in harmony to the rhythm of the music, lost in the moment.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a spark of deep affection as they surrendered to the dance of love, enveloped in a world of their own.

As the melodic notes of the song filled the air, Jeff's discomfort with the rising temperature became increasingly unbearable.

Halfway through the song, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, and he struggled to find relief from the oppressive heat.

Lifted Ann and carried her to the bedroom to continue with their desire...

[Snu-snu time.]

Note: At the conclusion of this chapter, the title of the song that sets the mood for their intimate moment in the bedroom will be provided, allowing you to visualize the scene and imagine what unfolded between them.

Please Forgive Me: by Bryan Adams.

It still feels like our first night together

It feels like the first kiss

It's getting better, baby

No one can better this

Still holding on

You're still the one...

[1] By Brian Adams. [ My favorite song of all times] Source: Google