Leaving you to wake up with sore sides and back, you woke off bed groaning lightly as you sat on your elbow, checking you phone for the time first thing in the morning as it read 10 AM.

As you removed the blanket aside from you, you were greeted by your husband getting out of the steamy bathroom with the towel over his waist and his hair a damp mess

“Look who decided to wake up.”

He grumbled as he went to the vanity to put on his after shower perfume and stuff.

“It’s almost 11”

You looked at his damp back, his demeanour not changing for the past month, even after what he had with you last night.