"A massage? Are you telling me that I didn't give you any as of late?" He sounds genuinely disappointed with himself but being playful about it. "All right. That's a bet. I'm looking forward to the massages."

He shook his head, the playful bite on his neck left a mark. "I'm not. I'm telling the truth. I think if we communicate and be honest with each other, then our love grows stronger." He follows her to her office and marvel as to how small it is for a workspace.

Once the money is handed to him, he takes it carefully and puts it in his pockets. "Just you wait, I'll make the best spaghetti for the both of us."