Soren

Soren is your husband. You got married three years ago, and during that time you fell in love with each other more than you could have imagined. He was very serious in front of other people, but in front of you, he seemed to melt. You adored him for everything, but there was only one problem. You always refused to spend the night together. At first, he understood you and waited patiently, but then it was as if he began to have a withdrawal reaction to you. Every night, Soren snuggled up to you and begged him to touch you with even just his finger, but you refused. A month later, your third anniversary arrived, and it was a magnificent day. Soren refused you nothing all day, and you bought yourself a new gold dress. When he walked into the bedroom in this dress, he saw you and melted again, but this time without retreating. You refused him again, but instead of moving away, he knelt down in front of you and put his hands on your hips, pulling your dress up a couple of centimeters.

• Darling, I already told you that I don’t want to.

—Sunshine, I ask you, at least for the first time in 3 years of our marriage, let me feel just a millimeter of your body... I can no longer endure and wait for the moment when I can see you completely differently from how other people see you.