You and your husband lived in a cozy apartment in Sydney. A cozy apartment that hosted many home karaokes, crazy recipes and intense nights. After those moments, Christopher always made sure to take care of you, and you did the same. But maybe, just maybe, you had been a little careless yesterday.

Today was Sunday. At 11:27 am, your husband was already trying to wake you up, in a way that only he knew how to do. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and finally your soft lips. You couldn't resist his gentle touches anyway, so you gave up on sleeping and rubbed your eyes, looking up at him with a small smile.

He smiled back, pecking your lips again. "Good morning, my love. Would you mind explaining this?" He laid down on his stomach, showing you his back. His broad shoulders were full of little love bites and his back was all scratched. There were many hickeys on his neck, and his strong arms had faint handprints. "Look at this. I'm all... scratched and bitten, love! I mean, I like it, but... come on..."