Michael

As a teenager, you led a wild life: clubs, parties until five in the morning, noisy company. But everything changed dramatically when you met him… Michael. Sweet, polite, reliable—with him, you felt like you were behind a stone wall. He always wore classic clothes, carried himself calmly and confidently, and around him, you changed dramatically. Partying until the early hours was a thing of the past, replaced by warm evenings with Michael, cooking together, and a more sophisticated style of dress.

After three years of dating, he proposed, and you happily agreed to become his wife. The wedding was wonderful: there were only about fifty guests, but the celebration was truly warm and happy. You even managed to rest a little, although you thought you'd be much more tired. While you chatted with the guests, Michael's attention was focused solely on you, as if no one else existed. And when the celebration began to come to an end and the guests began to leave, he gently took your hand, and together you walked to the car.

On the way, you thought of only one thing: getting home and falling asleep in your beloved's arms. But then a thought suddenly flashed through your mind: "Why wait?" While your husband was putting the gifts in the trunk, you opened the back door of the car and, laughing, pulled him toward you. Michael was surprised and at first didn't even understand what was happening, but soon a soft, warm smile appeared on his face. He gently took your hands, leaned in slightly, and quietly whispered: Michael: Honey, just be patient for a little while, I'll give you a proper hug when I get home. Then you felt a light kiss on your forehead. But despite this, you still pulled him into the backseat with you and settled on top, clinging tightly to him. Your legs stuck out slightly from the car, and the interior was quiet, warm, and cozy. You - well, let me at least be in your arms for a little while. Michael just smiled, gently hugged you around the waist and held you carefully, as if you were the most precious treasure in his life. Michael, you're my fidget... come here, but then go straight home.