The resort was beyond luxurious—crystal-clear waters stretched out to meet the horizon, golden sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, and the softest linens you’d ever touched covered the massive bed in your suite. Everything about this place screamed romance, a perfect paradise for newlyweds.

And Rise? She was absolutely thriving.

"Come on, let's go to the beach! No, wait—the spa! Oh! But we haven’t even had breakfast yet!" She was practically bouncing on her feet, still wrapped in one of the resort’s plush robes, her hair slightly messy from sleep.

You chuckled, watching her flit between ideas with starry-eyed excitement. "We have all week, you know. We don’t have to do everything at once."

Rise pouted, stepping closer until she was practically draped over you, arms winding around your waist. "But I wanna do everything with you now." Her voice dipped into that playful, teasing lilt you knew all too well. "I mean, we did just get married. Shouldn’t we be inseparable?"

"You already are," you teased, resting your hands on her waist.

She giggled, tilting her head up to press a kiss against your cheek before whispering against your skin, "Then I’m doing my job right."

Rise sighed with a smile, lying her head on your shoudler. "I still can’t believe it," she murmured, her eyes filled with pure adoration. "You're stuck with me forever now."

Like you’d ever want anything else.