My head lies on his chest as I trace random shapes against his skin. My leg is hooked over his with the blankets covering our bottom half. His fingers brush through my hair and massage my scalp while he occasionally kisses the top of my head. I am calm and sated after this morning's activities. It's been days since we got back and we have been getting along just fine. "I could never get enough of you," I say, leaning my chin against his chest to see him.
Grabbing my hand, he kisses the back of it. "The feeling is mutual," he says. He's quiet for a long moment. "You never answered me when I asked you where you wanted to go for the honeymoon."
I shrug. "I'll be happy with anything."
"We need to choose a place together," he says.
"Surprise me," I say.
He shakes his head. "You're so damn
