His Wallpaper.

I blinked, hoping against hope that what just happened was a dream. But as Lance's grip tightened around my hand, pulling me closer, reality crashed in. I stumbled and found myself on top of him, his arms enfolding me in a tight embrace that left me breathless and bewildered."What were you doing?" His voice was a mixture of amusement and curiosity."Nothing," I mumbled, my cheeks burning.He raised an eyebrow, his gaze teasing. "Nothing? Then how did my face end up feeling so... touched?""I... I don't know," I stammered, flustered beyond words.His chuckle rumbled beneath me. "You're blushing. Did you want to kiss me?"My mind raced. How did he know? Was it that obvious? "I... I should go," I managed to say, trying to extract myself from his embrace.He released me with a laugh. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy."I hurriedly got off the bed, but my curiosity got the better of me. I turned back to him, frowning. "Why were you in my bed anyway?"Lance stood up, grinning mischievously. "It was cold. And besides, who wouldn't want to share a bed with their beautiful wife?"His words caught me off guard, and I blurted out, "You're a pervert!"He laughed, unfazed. "Maybe I am. But admit it, you like it when I tease you."I glared at him, but there was no denying the truth in his words. "Just... don't make a habit of it," I retorted, trying to sound stern.He winked and playfully poked my nose. "Wouldn't dream of it... well, maybe just a little."As he walked away, his laughter echoed in the room, leaving me both flustered and strangely exhilarated. I followed him, unable to suppress a smile despite my embarrassment. Lance certainly knew how to keep things interesting.As the salty sea breeze tousled our hair, a mischievous impulse seized me, prompting me to sprinkle a few drops of seawater on him. Little did I know, it would be my own undoing. With a playful grin, he scooped me up in his arms and playfully tossed me into the cool embrace of the waves, laughter blending with the crashing surf as we frolicked like carefree children. Our playful antics left us drenched, prompting us to embark on a leisurely stroll along the shore, the sun painting the sky in hues of amber and gold as it began its descent.Despite the warmth of the setting sun, a subtle tension lingered between us, a gentle reminder that ours was not a union born of love's tender embrace. Longing to bridge the invisible divide, I yearned to intertwine our fingers as we walked, but apprehension held me back. Sensing my unspoken turmoil, he paused, retrieving his phone from his pocket with a casual air."What's on your mind?" I inquired, curiosity piqued by his sudden change in demeanor."Nothing much, just thought capturing this moment might make for a cherished memory," he replied, drawing me closer as he angled the camera for a series of impromptu selfies.As we snapped away, a wave of shyness washed over me, prompting me to take the lead in our stroll, my steps leaving fleeting imprints in the damp sand. A sudden urge to revisit our captured moments seized me, and with a playful maneuver, I seized his phone, feigning nonchalance as I scrolled through our recent snapshots.To my astonishment, amidst the candid captures of our laughter and shared glances, I stumbled upon a wallpaper that held a surprising revelation – it was me, captured in a moment of unguarded beauty."How... when did you take this?" I questioned, unable to mask my bewilderment."During our walk earlier. You looked so radiant and genuine; I couldn't resist immortalizing the moment. After all, who needs permission to capture the essence of their beloved?" His eyes sparkled with sincerity as he reclaimed his phone, a faint blush tinting his cheeks."But why make it your wallpaper?" I pressed, captivated by the depth of his affection reflected in those stolen snapshots."Because you're my wife, and every glance at that image reminds me of how lucky I am," he confessed, a mixture of pride and tenderness softening his features.As I glimpsed the myriad images of myself adorning his phone, a warmth bloomed within me, mingling with a newfound admiration for his unabashed adoration. In that moment, his furtive captures without permission became a testament to his earnest affection, painting a portrait of a husband whose love spoke louder than words.(My Thoughts: "My husband, with his charming quirks and genuine love, never ceases to amaze me.")_ROSE_...