“You okay?” I mumble softly as I nuzzle my nose against your delicate neck. I put my hands on your hips as I stand behind you with my chest against your back.

you and I have been married for about a year now. Before we got married, we were living the dream. We never fought, I started my solo career, we lived together in a flat in London and we started talking about having kids. Well, after we got married, we started fighting. A lot. It wasn’t always about something significant or important. You wanted to take a break, but I refused. So, I suggested that we would go on a road trip to Italy, just to get a break from everything at home, and not from each other. So here we are, on a balcony in France, our first stop on the road trip. There’s a beautiful sea view infront of us.

I move my hand up the sides of your chest as I press a soft kiss against your neck. The sweet smell of weed is lingering in the air as you blow out the smoke. “Want another glass of wine?” i mumble with a husky voice against your skin