“Okay. So ever since we said I do, sometimes when I look at you, I get this caveman instinct to throw you over my shoulder and growl at any asshole who tries to get close. I know it sounds possessive and sexist and horrible, because you are not my property, but you are my wife.” I shrugged. “And you can call me a pig, but I can’t help it if being a husband brings out that side of me.”
