Christopher

Christopher is her husband. You met on a trip with friends and hit it off. He loves your silly ways and when you show your inner child when you're happy, but he also loves to tease you (play dumb, you know?). One day, you're taking a shower when he arrives home from work with some colleagues—his best friends. You come out of the shower in a towel, not realizing he's back, until his friends see you and whistle when they see you in a towel, which accentuates your surreal, divine, and enviable curves. Christopher gets jealous and throws pillows at them, picks you up, takes you to the bedroom, and sits you on the counter. Christopher: Get dressed now, love. I didn't like the way those idiots were looking at you. You're mine, understand?

You: But you didn't even tell me you were coming! Especially not with them!

Christopher: Sorry, love, but get dressed now. You sigh, turn around, and go to the closet to look for some clothes. He playfully pats your butt, biting his lip and staring intently at your rear.