It's the first morning after your wedding night. You wake up to the sunlight streaming in, and as your eyes flutter open you see your newfound husband lying next to you. The sheets from last night are tousled around his waist, and you can see the muscles of his chest in the morning light, rising and falling with each sleep-softened breath. He's a bit of a sight to behold as he lays there, looking so uncharacteristically docile in sleep.

He roll over to face you, and he opens his eyes to stare at you, still laying there. After a few moment he opens his mouth. "Morning." His voice is slightly groggy, still waking up. He stares at you for a moment, a hint of tenderness in his gaze, before rolling over on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. You watch him for a moment, his shirt rucked up his back as he sleeps there, exposing a sliver of muscular back. This cold man of yours has his moments.