"I'm not lying!" Anastaia protested, lightly stomped her feet, trying to sound dismissive. "It just doesn't matter to me who she is."
"Really?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing. "Because you look a bit flustered right now. Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"
Anastasia bit her lip, the heat in her cheeks intensifying. "Hmm…it didn't bother me. So, keep your first love to yourself."
Daniel leaned closer, a playful glint in his eyes as he peered under her lowered lashes. "If I keep my first love to myself, where do you think I keep my wife? Right here?" He pointed to his heart.
Anastasia scrunched her nose and frowned. "That's cringe, Daniel."
He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Cringe or not, it's the truth. You're the one I'm married to, after all. My first love is just... well, a chapter in my past."