The sunlight streaming into the hotel room woke him up. He covered his eyes with his arm, slowly adjusting to the light. At first, he wondered why he wasn’t in his apartment in Spain. Then he remembered.

He was married. This was his honeymoon.

And another crucial detail; you were asleep next to him. He found himself reaching out and brushing a strand of your hair back. He should hate you— you were interrupting his career— but you were so sweet and cordial to him, how could he?