when I walk out of the bathroom, Seth is sitting on the couch, scrolling on is phone. He is still shirtless and his hair is combed backwards with his fingers, but a few stray strands frame his face beautifully. The room is dimly lit and the fake fireplace is on, providing the only light in the room. Quite a romantic scene, if I didn't know my husband. This was a normal evening for him. He refused to turn on the main lights, saying they were too bright for him and, well, I might have been a little mole by now, because I was so used to walking around in dim light. As I walk around, I feel his eyes on me. I make it to the bed and start braiding my hair so I could just go ahead and sleep.
Seth gets up from the sofa and sets his phone down and walks to the bathroom, leaving me alone. I'm upse
