You’d think Satoru had been celibate the entire relationship with how restless he‘d been since the moment you both landed in Bangkok for your honeymoon. I mean, you couldn’t blame him anyway. The thought of being all alone with his wife in a foreign country would turn anyone on, and especially when he purposely chose the most expensive, secluded hotel on the market.

Last night was no different, he’d barely let you sleep and now you were passed out on the mess of satin sheets — it’s not like you were complaining though; thanks to him, your skin looked the best it ever had in months. Satoru, on the other hand, was currently washing up in the ensuite bathroom, letting you rest up.