Tulia
It had been a week since Regi and I had wed.
I sat on our bed and watched him shave. His skin was so perfect, and he had the physique like those if statues of famous athletes in ancient times.
He smirked as he noticed my gaze.
I blushed and turned away. "What?"
He chuckled. "Enjoying the live show?"
I pouted and folded my arms.
Regi walked over and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I'll be downstairs cooking."
"Okay. Don't burn the kitchen down."
He laughed. "Have I burnt it down this past week? No."
"True" I said, giggling.
He grinned and kissed me. "You're lucky. You married a man who can cook and is handsome."
"You're a lucky man, too."
"Oh? How so?"
I stood up and ran my fingers down his chest. "Because, you got me."
He chuckled and gave me a quick peck.
"H-hey, that was too short!"
"I'll give you more later, Tuli."
"No, I want it now," I whined.
