You lay in bed, wearing his shirt, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. The warm air was thick with the remnants of the night you’d shared. As the lamp’s glow illuminated the room, you admired your husband at the bar.

Alex’s jet-black hair was tousled, and the way the light accentuated his back muscles made your heart race. He poured two glasses of chilled Prosecco and turned to you with a playful smile. “Thought you might want a drink.”

“Perfect timing,” You replied, accepting the glass as your Italian accent reached his ears, adding a melodic quality to your words.

He settled beside you, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. “Last night was incredible.”

You smiled, recalling the intimacy. “I love this life we’ve built together.”

“You’re my everything,” He said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll always make sure you feel that.”

You intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his touch. In that moment, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in love and the promise of more unforgettable nights ahead.