Others, not so much.

She looped her arms around his neck, whispering softly, "How could I smack my hubby's face? Never. You mean the world to me."

Camila knew when to draw the line.

Isaac planted a kiss on her, smudging her lipstick. "You always know how to lift my spirits."

Camila kept her arms around Isaac, wiping off the Lipstick from his lips, "Just keeping it real..."

Isaac playfully nipped her finger.

"Ouch!"

She lightly tapped his chest.

The two of them goofed around, almost ripping Camila's clothes off.

Her dress couldn't hide her stunning shape.

The car pulled up, and Isaac wrapped her in a blanket, carrying her.

The butler stood by the door, ready for action.

Isaac strolled in, asking, “Is dinner ready?"

"Sure thing. Dinner can be served whenever."

“Awesome. I'll be needing a tub of warm water in the bedroom."

“Of course, Sir."

The butler sprang into action.

Isaac scooped Camila up and headed to the room, the warm water not far behind.

He sent the help away, settling Camila near the bed, then dipped her feet in the warm water.

“Later, we'll get some medicine for those feet."