“Does this look okay?” I said.
“Sure.”
We had a great if somewhat pricey meal, killing a bottle of wine in the process. Back in our room, we crawled in bed and listened to the sound of the stream coming through the open door.
“I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I’m wiped out.”
“Ditto. We’ve had a busy two days. Think about it, we drove five hundred miles, walked up a mountain and back, and bought a cabin.”
“That’s a lot of activity for two guys on their first two days of vacation.”
“Babe, I really prefer to think of this as a honeymoon, not a vacation. Next year we can call it a vacation.”
“You’re such a romantic,” I said, snuggling up against his hard body.