I sit on the fluffy sofa watching television to kill some time. I’m not paying my favorite reality show a second of attention because all my thoughts are on my new husband. When we got back from our ride he took a shower.

He teased me about washing his back, but I’d quickly declined and gotten flustered. I was tempted, but my mind is all over the place, along with my emotions. How many times have I wondered what Graham would look like naked? Too many to count.

I groan and turn off the TV. I’m going to have to go up to bed sooner or later. I should be...