Harold didn't stop kissing my neck; I heard his giggle like a kid when Marcus didn't end up knocking at the car's door. He was too persistent to make Harold open the door; I pushed Harold away from me and then pinched his waist. I know he was teasing Marcus, but I was surprised that he acted like a child. It looks like he had the same attitude as my son, Charles.
“Please, open the door!” Harold groaned in frustration; his lips were in a straight light while he glared at me.
“Did you really have a crush on him? Come on! I am your husband, and you wanted to open the door for the man you liked!”
“I never told you that I liked him, okay? He looked familiar to me, like I had seen him somewhere.”
“Then, you had a crush on him!”
“No! Harold, what are you talking about? Argh—” I felt frustra
