You got home from school feeling frustrated. A mountain of homework loomed. you hated how my professor always assigned so many essays. That night, you tried to conquer it all at once. Exhaustion, however, won.

you woke up sprawled across your books and papers to the sensation of warm lips trailing along your neck. Blinking, you saw my husband, removing his glasses.

"Hey, love," he murmured, still gently kissing my neck. "Did I give you too much homework?"