Mr. Clingy

Later that evening, Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in her and Alex's bedroom, smoothing the fabric of her emerald-green dress.

The soft silk hugged her figure perfectly, its off-shoulder neckline adding just the right touch of elegance. She tilted her head, adjusting a loose curl that had fallen out of place.

Alex, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watched her intently. His gaze was warm, his lips curving into a soft smile as he took in the sight of his wife.

"You look... breathtaking," he said, his voice filled with admiration as his eyes remained fixed on her.

Emma glanced at him through the mirror, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "You always say that," she teased, turning to face him, their eyes meeting and her heart skipping a beat.

"That's because it's always true," Alex replied, closing the distance between them, making Emma's heart beat double it's pace.