Dawn was breaking when I opened my eyes. Isabella lay beside me, her breathing deep and even. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, and even in sleep, a small smile curved her lips. Last night had been... exceptional. Each time we explored new aspects of our passion, I discovered something new about my wife—and myself.
I ran a gentle finger along her bare shoulder, careful not to wake her. Today was my birthday, a day I'd never particularly cared about before Isabella came into my life. Now, I found myself looking forward to spending it with her.
But first, there was something I needed to do. A conversation long overdue.
I slipped from the bed, watching as Isabella shifted slightly, murmuring something unintelligible before settling back into sleep. Let her rest. After last night's activities, she'd earned it.
