Mariana's Pov

I slide a spoonful of greek yogurt into my mouth, a smile etched at the corners of my lips as I watch my husband yap away about his stressful day.

It’s another morning, a new day, and the rendezvous of the previous night is still fresh in my memory.

“You’re smiling a lot this morning, Maria, did something happen last night while I was away?” My husband asks, his tone suspicious.

Of course, dearest husband, a lot happened and you’ll be exceedingly thrilled when ...