The body beside me stirs in his sleep, rolling onto his other side. When he stills, I notice he's facing away from me, and I don't like it. I scoot closer and hug him from behind. I move a strand of his dark hair out of his face. He sighs, yearning me to lean over him and kiss his cheek.
Now he's awake. He moves to lie on his back and looks up at me, his eyes barely open. When they land on me, he smirks. "Good morning, baby," he greets, his voice deep and husky.
"Morning." He reaches up and draws me back down into another kiss, this time full lip lock. When I pull away, nothing in the world can remove the smile on my face. "And how is my new husband today?"
"Are you happy?"
Confused, I blink and answer, "Yes. Why?"
"If my new husband is happy, then I'm happy." He kisses me again.
"You're so cheesy."
"You're the one that married me."
I begin to sit up, but his hand catches my wrist and he pulls me down. I laugh when he rolls on top of me and pins me down. "And where do you think you're going?"
"To get up."
After he flashes a mysterious grin, he leans down and presses his lips to my neck, biting gently. In between pecks, he says, "Why would I let my newlywed leave? Not when I have other plans for you."
I bite down on my bottom lip. "But Joonie..."
"Yes?" he asks, moving his mouth a little further down my throat.
"I was going to make you breakfast."
He stops at my collarbone and jerks his head up. "Now if you want to get up I'm not going to stop you."
I laugh again. He moves off of me and I stand on my feet. "You can go back to sleep, Joonie. I'll come get you when it's ready."
He sits up, and the blanket falls, exposing his bare chest. I swallow, hoping my blush isn't too noticeable. "Baby, you don't have to. I was joking." He pulls back the covers of the bed, and the fact he's only wearing boxers doesn't help my red cheeks. "I'll help you."
I shake my head. "No, Joonie. Go back to sleep."
He doesn't listen and instead comes up to wrap his arms around me. "We just got married. I'm not supposed to boss you around until we've reached at least a few months."
I playfully smack his arm. "You'd better watch it."
"I'll help you cook."
My eyes widen. "Honey, are you sure that's the best idea after what happened last time?"
He rolls his eyes. "I forgot it was cooking. And that was the only time I ever burned a meal."
I raise a single eyebrow at him.
He admits, "Okay, seventh. But I'm still learning. You've burned something before."
"Yes. Yes, I have," I agree. "The burnt food wasn't the problem. The problem was that you ruined my pan."
"I didn't ruin it!" he claims, shocked.
"Honey, you burned through the pan. You left a giant hole in the middle of it."
"Hey, it was my first time!"
I laugh and kiss him. "I will allow you to help if you promise to do exactly as I say and think three times before you do anything."
"I won't disappoint."
I take his hand and lead him out of our bedroom. We walk down the hallway, passing the bathroom and our shared office and the storage closet. At the end of the hall is a small set of stairs that lead into the living room. The small dining room is separated by a change from carpet to tiles, and the kitchen is cut off from it by an extended counter.
