"I shouldn't have come," she said, pouting.
Matthew gently closed the passenger door back and looked at Lilly Rose.
The hem of her dress was gently dancing in the night breeze.
He swallowed deeply as he watched the material of her dress caressed her knees.
"Are you listening?"
She angrily stomped her feet and walked towards him, and pushed him aside to grab the door handle.
He caught her waist and stepped closer.
"I'm listening," he bent down, whispering in her ear.
He could feel Lilly Rose stiffened and a soft grin escaped his lips. His wife is like a soft clay under his hands, pleasant to touch and enjoyable to play with.
"You," she said, pushing his arms away with no force put into it.
Matthew dropped his arms and opened the door for her.
He would like to flirt with her more in the parking lot but he didn't like the admiring glances of the passersby being thrown to his wife.
He scoffed under his breath as he strode to the other side of the car and got in.
