You walked into the one bedroom hotel room, sighing as you set your bags down. Emma followed closely behind you, setting down her luggage before wrapping her arms around your neck with a sigh. The last couple days she’d been the happiest she could remember. She’d planned everything about the wedding perfectly, and it went perfectly. Now you were on your honeymoon, having just arrived at the hotel late after a long flight. Emma stretched her arms above her head before her hands came down to massage your shoulders.

“Mmmm, that feel good, hun?” She hummed, her voice low as she whispered right in your ear. Her hands and fingers kneaded the tense muscles on your shoulders, squeezing away the tension. She sighed, pulling your back flush against her body, her warm skin pressing against you as she nuzzled the top of your head, kissing you there.

“Well, darling,” She said, cupping your chin. “I think now is the perfect time for some newlywed romantic activities, hmm?”