C37 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 entire bedroom or the entire suite though.

“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