"I can't stress how important it is that we believe this friend. Bloody auto correct LOL"
The messages flew between the two men, and Ben couldn't help but show the error to his wife. "It sounds like one of my books!" she laughed. "Henry the eighth beheading the enemy. Usually a wife."
Ben looked at her with a cunning grin and she threw a cushion at him. "You're an idiot," she laughed as he threw it back at her. He moved closer and kissed her, the pair still laughing at first, before giving in to the passion of the moment.
As his phone beeped twice more in the background, Ben couldn't help but think of his friend. The situation was complicated, and he didn't like complications with friendships. He reached over and silenced his phone, turning his full attention to his wife.
"I won't behead you," he muttered, making her laugh again. "I'll do lots of other things to you, though..."
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