Emma smiles and nods, knowing she'll definitely be done with her shower within 40 minutes. She chuckles when Daniel comments about jumping in with her; knowing that was more of a joke than anything. They had never showered together before, and she didn't think he'd start now. She needed him away from the bathroom anyway. Her phone felt like it was getting heavier by the second, and her fingers tighten on the device the closer she got to the bathroom. Upon entering the bathroom and trying to not slam the door shut out of building anxiety and excitement, Emma shut the toilet lid and immediately sits. Setting her phone on lap-level and turning it on, the young woman reads the second text message sent by Jason; barely listening whenever Daniel says he'll pick a noir film, which was a typical choice for her husband. A man who loves his classics.<br/><br/>"He wants to go for coffee? He gave me his--oh my god," Emma slams a hand to her mouth in disbelief as she reads the text message thrice-over. Her eyes were wide as she stared at her phone screen and blinked lots of times. Her chest swells with excitement, and her spine trembles with violent shivers. But the logical side of her made her mentally take a step back. "Is this even for real? I can't even search up if it's his real number or not..." she whispers to herself, shaking her head and shrugging, bewildered. "How do I even..." she trails off, her elbows digging into her thighs as her pale skin starts to redden underneath. Removing her elbows from her legs and standing up from the toilet before she sinks into a confused daze, the 25 year old wife sets her phone down onto the sink counter and begins to undress. Taking off her clothes one item at a time, she deeply thinks to herself, wondering what in the world will be her next step.<br/><br/>Running hot water and turning on her shower as soon as the water heats up, she steps inside and soaks her blonde hair. Closing her eyes and heaving out a long sigh, Emma continues to debate whether or not she reply to the text message with a genuine response or scold whomever is trying to scam her. Her hands rub her arms as she massages her dead skin off; rinsing underneath the spray. She stayed quiet as she rinsed underneath the hot water; reaching out for her bottle of body wash and uncapping and squirting a bit into her hand. Rubbing her hands together and lathering herself with the wonderful-smelling shower lotion, Emma makes sure to get up underneath her breasts because she struggles with under-boob sweat. Sighing for a second time and just letting the shower drown out her thoughts, she decides within a split second what she was going to do in regards to the text messages. Not giving a second thought towards it, Emma returns to her present and enjoys her shower.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later, Emma emerges from the master bathroom with a large, fluffy blue towel wrapped around her curvy, pale body. Walking into the living room to see Daniel setting up whatever movie he had decided on, Emma sets her phone upon the spine of the couch and saunters up to her husband. With one hand holding onto the corner of her towel and the other snaking around his waist, Emma lifts onto her toes and leans up in order to press a sweet kiss to his lips. "What'd you pick?" Emma asks as she feels the cool AC blowing against her freezing ears. "Dinner here yet?" She asks her second question, grinning and giving him another kiss. Any thoughts towards the text messages within her phone had been left in the bathroom when she exited the shower and wrapped the towel around herself and went to go find her husband.