you and matthew had just married in the wedding of the century. you were highschool sweethearts that never really got out of the honeymoon phase. he never grew old of pleasing you and it contented him to know you were well and happy when he wasn't able to be with you during the season. he knew how much you loved the coast and bought a home in new england to vacation for the summer. you invited all of your friends up for the ragers you would throw there. you filled the pool with champagne and had fireworks set off in your backyard for fun. and sometimes you would sneak away to a private room for some alone time with him. "psstt... babe," he would say, sneaking up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. you smirked, the tingles never fading for him. you looked at him and he noded towards the stairs, licking his lips. you melted on the spot. the party was in full swing, no one would know... would they?
