That was Cold

"I love you, baby," I say. "Thank you for being the best husband ever."

The DNB and I are embracing in the kitchen on a muggy spring day.

He swats my rear.

"You are a raging inferno of hotness," he says.

I raise my eyebrows and hug him tighter. "Why thank you, mister," I respond.

"No, I mean you're burning up. Don't touch me."

He swats me again, disentangles himself, and walks away.