"What took you so long to get up here? What were you doing downstairs?" asked Tom with a playful smile. He then walked towards their bed and sat next to Patricia.

  "Uh…… When did you come in?" Patricia sat up straight and thought, 'Damn it! Does he know what I was imagining about? Shoot!'

  "When? Just in time to see how you were clutching my pillow and smelling it." Tom joked out as he leaned against the headboard casually. He looked very seductive when he crossed his long legs and turned to his wife. Then he added,"Ah? Are you seriously that crazy about me? That's how you look like while you're sniffing my pillow."

  "No, I am not. I just sniffed your pillow to check if there's any sweat on it. Didn't they say that men's pillows are the most smelly in addition to the socks?" Patricia fancied out the message she had heard when she was a student.

  "It could be true for other men but then I'm a doctor. Do you think I'm that messy? For a man like me, I would never let my pillow to stink." Tom felt a surge of comfort while talking with Patricia. It seemed that marriage didn't really bother him at all. Actually, he felt great. 'I guess it is nice to have someone around and talk about trivial things every day. This is perhaps how simple and sweet life should be, ' he thought.

  "For your information, I don't have any clue about doctor's hygiene. I must do that sniff-test to make sure that your sweat smell won't wake me up just in case I cross over your pillow." After hearing his explanation, Patricia did not know what to say, so she began to quibble.

  "You're being unreasonable. Come over," commanded Tom. He was looking at her as if he was a king who was waiting for Patricia to answer back.

  "What are you doing?" Patricia unconsciously tugged at the collar of her nightgown as if she wanted to protect herself.

  "Tell me. What should a newly married couple do in the same bed?" Although Tom did not intend to do so, he couldn't help but tease the beauty who was lying next to him.

  "Er…… But…… I'm hungry……" Patricia immediately regretted what she said as soon as it came out of her mouth. She thought, 'How could I say that under such circumstances? Oh my God! He is sure to misunderstand me. How could I be so stupid?'

  "Girl, you're so passionate. Are you sure you're hungry? Well, okay. I don't really mind if you want to taste me that much," said Tom viciously. He was just like any other men. He might look like a gentleman outside, but he got his need

  omantic relationships, being married was not only about love. It was also about protection, responsibility and encouragement.

  "Then why did you leave me the other day?" Patricia pouted with red eyes.

  "I'll make it up to you now, okay?" Tom moved closer to her until his lips was next to hers. He could feel her clean warm breath against his lips and it was turning him on uncontrollably.

  "Can I say no?" Patricia swallowed. Such a provocative gesture woke up the woman inside her and made her whole body soft.

  "What do you think?" Tom said and kissed her. His kiss was so delicate and fascinating. Tom was all excited at the taste of her sweetness. This was their wedding night and they didn't need a lot of things as long as they loved each other.

  Patricia closed her eyes. It turned out that such a moment was not as awkward as she thought. Although this was not the first time between them, there was a big difference between a 'drunk Tom' and a 'sober Tom'. Thus, it was natural for Patricia to be nervous. Patricia did not think that Tom was a great flirt. His emotional words made her swallow her pride. She gave up all her inhibitions before him. She was willing to share the wonderful love and become one with him. She wanted to be the enchanting woman under his body over and over again.

  The night was late but their love was just beginning. Scent of lust was suddenly occupying the four corners of the room as the two burned in heat. There was no word to explain the peace they shared as their bodies became one. If they wanted to be with each other forever, they had to work harder. This night belonged to them. No one could get involved.