Serenity had no idea that her man had everything sorted out while she was enjoying a good soak.

She came out of the bathroom and found Zachary sitting on the bed. Drawing close, she wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck and pressed him onto the mattress. She was on top of him.

“Honey, you’re killing me.”

Zachary’s voice was raspy when he hinted at his beloved wife.

With a smile, Serenity brushed her lips along his face and gave him butterfly kisses before rolling away from him. She gave him a kick. “Off to the showers, you go. You smell of cigarettes.”

“I didn’t smoke.”

“Well, someone did. You got the cigarette smell on your clothes.”

Zachary took a whiff of his clothes. Nothing smelled like tobacco. Nevertheless, it must be true since his wife said so. He went to take a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

By the time he came out, Serenity was snoozing away in dreamland.

Zachary stared at her serene face, feeling envious of her sometimes.

Serenity