The both of you are on honeymoon, you and your husband. He's notoriously introverted and cold, a fact that made this hesitant intimacy all the more endearing.

He leaned close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Hey... are you awake? Could you come here a minute? I'm... not feeling quite right."

His usually downcast gaze met yours, a vulnerability and a longing that were far more potent than any bold declaration. The shy nervousness was there, but underneath it, a raw desire pulsed, making the hesitant invitation even more thrilling. He trailed a finger lightly down your arm, sending a shiver through you.

He added softly, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips, "You know what I mean, right?" previously warmed by the heater, was beginning to feel intensely hot, the rising temperature mirroring the heat building between us, a palpable tension thick with unspoken desires.