All I Want Is You

"Bai Ye!" I protested, finding this scene somewhat familiar. "You didn't ask for my permission!"

"And I'm asking for it now," he said as he lowered me into the bed. "You aren't turning away your husband on the very first night, are you?"

"It's nowhere near night!" I glared at him in the broad daylight. Someone's skin had grown too thick during his recovery. "And it's still a week till the end of the— um …"

My words turned into a soft moan when he brushed his lips against my earlobe. "You didn't seem terribly concerned for my well-being when you buried me in that pile of snow," he whispered in a low chuckle. "Besides, our clothes are all soaked. We'll catch a cold if we don't take them off immediately."