Chapter 37 Homeward

• I roll over and prop myself up on one elbow. I let my fingers run through the middle of his chest and down his well-defined abs. Our bed smells like sex and sweat; I sure hope it’s not the whole bedroom or the entire suite.
• “You were pretty passionate last night and earlier, husband,” I tease, my fingers tracing his body.
• He shifts his attention from the ceiling to me. “Wife, don’t seduce me. I know you are too sore already.”