Chapter 145

On the next day, a beautiful sunny Sunday, Marie gazed down lovingly at her husband whose arm was fastened around her waist despite being fast asleep. It was as though he was unwilling to let her go and discover that last night was a dream. It definitely wasn't, at least not with the warmth that was coursing through her. She closed her eyes and rubbed his cheek softly with hers before trying to sneak out of his embrace. She was about to lift her other ankle to the floor and congratulate herself when he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into bed.

“Steven,” She giggled, turning to face him.

“We can't stay in bed all day.”

“Tell me one good reason why.” He mumbled, his face still buried in the sheets.

“For one, I’m hungry.”

“So the chef will make something for us. Next?”

“We both need to shower.”

“Highly debatable. Keep going.”He said, turning on his side to look at her.

“What will we do in bed all day?” She asked before she thinking better of it.

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Stev