It was already past three in the morning when I woke up. There was a heavy arm draped on my waist and a hot breath fanning my neck. Last night, we didn't get to talk about anything or watch a movie as planned. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks when I realized I was naked under the covers, the same with my husband.
Husband. We're married. We're really married. I even felt the two metal rings on my ring finger.
I turned to face him a bit, then kissed his cheek. I need to use the washroom and empty my bladder. I was so tired from doing the deed last night and I remember Aaron cleaned me up. By the time he finished, I had already dozed off.
He stirred from his sleep and held on to me possessively. I sat anyway and tried to reach for my robe near the foot of the bed.
"It's still early.
