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“Luke, we can eat on the table, I didn’t even think about your injury,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water along with wine and two glasses.

“I’m fine, I pushed myself and now I'm paying for it,” he said, grabbing the water I handed him.

“Pushed yourself? What did you do?” I set the glasses down.

“He decided to play some football with his old team,” Camila said a little annoyed.

“It was just a few passes,” he said looking guilty. “They had a new guy who happens to be a friend's son, and the coach asked me if I would demonstrate a few passes.”

“Let me guess, you pulled something?” I said, opening the white wine.

“No, I’m just not in shape like I used to be and I’m just sore,” he shrugged.

“Not in shape? Your body is immaculate,” I said, pouring a glass for Camila and then myself.

“I’m far from being in football shape,” he said with a disappointed twinge.

“And that's ok,” Camila said. “You don’t need to be in football shape.”

“I think you have an amazing body. I might not know football, but for you to still have a body like that after an injury has to be something right?” I tried to lighten the mood and seeing Luke down did something to me.

“I know, I still miss it,” he said.

Camila sighed. “I know you do, and I’m sorry Luke.”

“It’s ok to still miss it,” I said, setting the bottle down. “Just don’t be careless.”

I tilted his face up to look at me.

“If I hear you hurting yourself again,” I clipped. “I’ll make sure to punish you to make you think twice about doing it again.”

He swallowed audibly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Good boy.” I kissed his forehead before heading into the kitchen to grab our meal.

I came back to them talking. They looked a little stiff, but Camila smiled at him, and I knew she was only mad because she was worried about him.

I set the plates down before sitting down.

“This looks amazing,” Camila said.

“Seafood paella?” Luke looked up at me. “This is one of my favorite dishes and I can never get it right.”

He grabbed his fork, watching Camila and I do the same, eating only after we had taken a bite. Those southern manners did something to me, and I loved it.

We ate in silence for a moment before I decided to just lay it all out there.

“Have you ever thought about being a Submissive, Camila?” I tried easing us into the conversation.

“Uh…” Her cheeks grew pink.

I smirked. Bingo.

“Was this recently?” I took a small bite of the rice.

She nodded, her face getting redder. Luke looked over his wife like he wasn’t surprised.

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