Soft, warm lips gently touched hers, waking her up from her deep slumber. "I heard that congratulation is in order." A sexy voice tickled her ears as he let his breath brush through her skin.
Last night had been exhausting, and all she wanted to do was keep her eyes closed, but the man beside her was also persuasive. He kept nuzzling his nose further down the crook of her neck and shoulders, driving away the haze in her eyes.
As she opened her eyes wider, gently adjusting to the light from the windows, she saw her loving husband looking dashing as ever. It appeared that he had also recently awakened, judging from the messiness of his hair and clothes.
But compared to her, she would bet that she looked far worse than him. Why did men seem like they never needed to do much to look impressive? Unlike girls, who had to take hours before they could be satisfied with their looks.
