Chapter 113: For better or for worse

The next week, we followed the activities on Oliver's to-do list because they kept getting better with each day that passed. Oliver's call to the correctional centre where Cecil was being held was what I needed to snap back to reality, and I haven't seen her since then. We had moved on to enjoy our honeymoon days.

Every morning, except for the days marked out, we would make love; it was the duty of whoever woke up first to initiate it. Oliver always wakes up first, so as soon as I woke, he'd kiss me, and his hands would begin their work. I didn't complain. It was nice when he did all the heavy lifting. After the first thing on the list, we would bathe and order breakfast. With that out of the way, he would proceed to reveal the order of the day. Some days, we went sightseeing; others, we went swimming, and yesterday, we joined the locals' festival and learned a few things about the state. I didn't think I would enjoy myself so much, but I did. Oliver always gave his best. Did I forget