"Good morning, honey..." my husband greeted me as he came down the stairs. He walked up to me and kissed my cheek. I chuckled a little when he squeezed my side—and then my butt cheek.
"You're so naughty, honey. You wore me out again," he teased, and I just smiled at him. He sat down at the table and I made him some coffee. But my smile faded because I got a little irritated at what he said. Wore me out? He only went one round. He should be the one exhausting me—the kind of tired where I can't even stand and my knees are shaking. That kind of tired is what I want!
I’ll just try to live with it—after all, he’s the one I married. At least he takes care of me.
I handed him his coffee and he thanked me. I sat down too and we started eating. I checked my phone to go through my emails. I also
