"Take off your shirt love," his gentle voice caused her heart to flutter in her chest.
"Why?" she pouted and rolled away from him, turning her face towards the wall.
She just woke up from a night-long of making love. Of course, she is still sore and no way is she in the mood to get frisky.
She blushed at how intense last night was for both of them. This honeymoon retreat is really helping them a lot.
Well, their relationship. Or whatever this is apparently. Marriage under these circumstances.
"Come on, love. I swear I won't do anything you don't want," he chuckled.
"You are just going to trick me into having sex, and my body is still too sore for that," she didn't dare to turn back on him.
If she as much as looked at his pleading eyes she will be lost. She knew his power over her by now.
Like a moth to a flame, she is drawn to him. That is something she isn't proud of. Her resolve to get away from him is failing.
