Wife?

STELLA widened her eyes at him.  

"Ye? I don't know what you're talking about."

"You are not very good at lying. Look at my face. Or, you can't?" 

"What are you saying?" She was beginning to cackle nervously and gasped when she felt the man grab the perfect curve of her face, her cheeks puffing out on either side. "Then look at me, Stella."  

"V-Valeric-"  

"Did you like it? Tell me." 

"Valeric, please stop. Let go." 

"Tell me, little wife. Did you like it? Can I kiss you again if I want to?" 

She tremblingly grabbed the hem of his shirt, tears beginning to brim at the edges of her blue eyes. "This is embarrassing, Valeric. Please let go of me. You don't understand anything," 

"Why are you crying?" Valeric asked, perplexed. "I didn't hurt you, or did I? Is this because-"