Yawning, I rose from the floor and stretched my muscles.
"I feel—"
My eyes dramatically widened when I saw Sly peacefully lying on my bed. With his face peaceful and inviting.
At the sight of my husband, I smiled brightly as I thought of the events of last night.
It was indecipherable, so out of the world.
"Sly?" I called out to him, to make sure he was sleeping.
He stirred, but didn't wake up. Instead, he seems to tug the blanket to himself. And that left me—
"Shit! I'm naked!" I kicked him down the bed.
It took all my strength to kick him down, causing my already aching leg to ache more.
He landed on the floor with a thumping sound, the unceremonious way he must have fallen, caused him to rise.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm naked!"
As the fool I am, I cover my chest with my hands.
"Is that the reason you pushed me to the floor?"
