Honeymoon

I lie there in the dark hotel room, still in my wrinkled dress shirt, Shion curled against my side in her white silk slip. The wedding party ran until three a.m., everyone drunk and happy, throwing flowers, hugging us like we’d been together forever instead of four crazy months.

She breathes slow and soft against my chest. My arm is numb under her, but I don’t move. We’re married. That still feels unreal.

Morning light slips through the curtains. I wake up first. She’s on her stomach now, hair everywhere, mouth a little open, tiny snoring sound. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

I brush a strand off her face. She stirs, blinks, squints at me.

“Morning, husband,” she whispers, voice raspy from all the shouting and laughing last night.

“Morning, wife.”

She stretches, slip riding up her thighs, then flops back down, face in the pillow.

“Everything hurts. My feet are dead. Why did I pick those heels?”

“Because you looked insane in them,” I say, running my hand down her back, just resting it on the curve above her ass. “Everyone kept staring.”

She turns her head, cheeks pink. “You were staring the hardest.”

“Still am.”

She giggles, hides her face again. “We’re really married.”

“Officially.”

Quiet for a second. Then she rolls over, props her chin on my chest, looking up at me with those big dark eyes.

“We didn’t… last night,” she says softly.

“We passed out,” I laugh. “I think I was snoring on your shoulder in the elevator.”

“I liked it,” she smiles.

I play with her hair. “We got time, Shion. Whole honeymoon.”

She bites her lip. “About that… where are we actually going?”

I grin. “You still don’t know?”

“You said it’s a surprise,” she swats my arm lightly.

I pull her closer so she’s half on top of me. “Three nights in that little beach house in Okinawa. Private beach, outdoor tub.”

Her eyes go wide. “The one with the glass wall looking at the ocean?”

“That one.”

She squeals, quiet and sleepy, buries her face in my neck. “I’m gonna cry. That place is stupid expensive.”

“My mom and your dad went half. They kept texting me yesterday going ‘take care of our girl’ like I’m not already whipped.”

She laughs against my skin. “I love them. I love you.”

My heart does that dumb flip thing it’s been doing since the first night we talked till sunrise.

“I love you too,” I say, voice low.

She lifts her head. “So… three nights. Just us.”

“Just us.”

She traces my collarbone with one finger. “We can sleep all day if we want?”

“Or not sleep at all,” I tease.

Her cheeks go redder, but she doesn’t look away. “I’m… nervous,” she admits in a tiny voice.

“Me too,” I say honestly. “But we got forever to figure it out.”

She nods, then leans in, kisses me soft and slow. Morning breath and all, it’s perfect.

When she pulls back, she whispers, “I can’t wait to wake up like this every day.”

“Get used to it, Mrs. Shion.”

She grins huge. “Say it again.”

“Mrs. Shion.”

She kisses me harder this time, little hum in her throat, body pressing closer.

I slide my hand down, cup her ass gently through the silk. She gasps into my mouth, but doesn’t pull away.

“We should shower,” she murmurs. “Plane’s at noon.”

“Or we could be late,” I say against her lips.

She laughs, breathless. “Tempting… but I wanna see that beach house.”

I groan dramatically. “Fine. But tonight then.”

“Tonight,” she promises, eyes shining.

She rolls off me, stretches again, slip riding all the way up this time. She catches me staring and smirks.

“Eyes up here, pervert.”