I roll over and prop myself up on one elbow. I let my fingers run through the middle of his chest and down his well-defined abs. Our bed smells like sex and sweat; I sure hope it’s not the entire bedroom or the entire suite though.

“You were pretty passionate last night and earlier, husband,” I tease, my fingers tracing his body.

He shifts his attention from the ceiling to me. “Wife, don’t seduce me. I know you are too sore already.”

I grin and take out my hand from his body. He is right. I am too sore, my muscles are aching, and I don’t think I can go...