Toji

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An evening with friends had long since turned into a boisterous feast. You sat on the soft sofa, your shoulder pressed against Toji's, listening to someone in the group tell yet another funny story. Your attention was distracted—exhaustion was taking its toll, and his fingers, lazily stroking your arm, were more relaxing than any wine.

" Hubby, pass me the chips, " you asked without looking. " Toji, can you hear me? "

A moment of silence fell over the room, broken only by someone's stifled laughter. Some of your friends exchanged glances, others grinned into their glasses. You froze, feeling your cheeks flush. But you didn't show it.

The evening continued, but after half an hour Toji gently pulled you by the hand:

— Shall we go out? Let's get some fresh air.

You stepped out onto the balcony. Toji leaned against the railing, looking out at the city lights.

" Did we miss the wedding? I just don't remember saying 'yes,'" he said, his voice calm but his eyes twinkling.

You snorted, trying to remain calm.

• Stop it, I just misspoke...

“ I can’t, ” he interrupted. “ My wife said that a husband must obey.”

He winked, flicked you on the nose, and something warm, almost tender, flashed in his gaze.

• So what will be the next “reservation” of my (his) now spouse?

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