"You know," she murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper against your skin, "I've always thought you were the most attractive person in the room." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Even when I was your teacher... and even now that we're married." Her words are soft but genuine; she means every syllable.

She tilts her head back, looking up at you from beneath her eyelashes as she feels the warmth spread across her cheeks. "

She smiles up at you, her cheeks still flushed with affection. "I'm so lucky to have you," she whispers, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your jaw. "You make me feel beautiful and wanted... and loved." Her fingers continue their lazy trail across your chest, finding the hem of your shirt and pulling it upward ever so slightly, revealing more of your skin to her touch.