Sparks

I kissed him goodbye. Funny. He still smelled good, but what happened to the sparks?

"Oh Douggie! Let's go home, Baby! I'm tired, and I believe I gave you a 'when this weekend is over' promise I have to keep."

"Weekend isn't over. We have brunch for all of the family at the house tomorrow."

Fuck! Is he going to cock-block me? I think not.

"Doug! As of now, I decree that Sunday brunch begins the next week. So this is the end of the weekend. Now, it's our daughter's wedding night. All the festivities are over. Anthony is staying here to party with the other groomsmen. We have a perfectly good bed in a dark and empty house. Do you really want to hang out here and argue about whether the weekend is over or not? Now kiss me."

Oh he still smells.

Oooh. Sparks!

"You know Bev, you talked in your sleep quite a bit last night."

Fuck.

"And I know the truth about the wet sheets this morning."

Fuck. Fuck.

"All these years, I never made you squirt before."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Wait, you made me squirt?"

"Bev, I was the only one in bed with you. I've never seen you wild like that, except maybe before we got married. I guess there is something to how passionate a person can get when the sex is daring and new."

Fuck. Wait, he doesn't know! He thinks I attacked him last night. Look at him beam! And he still smells.

"So, what can I do to keep it new and exciting?"

"Let's start working out, we could both drop a few pounds."

"Ok...

"And you know what? Let's start shaving your head. Completely bald is so clean and sexy, it's cool."

"But..."

"Baby, the comb-over goes."

"Ok..."

"And we're going to buy you some new stylish clothes. No more dowdy brown suits."

"But..."

"And a new body wash. Cause damn."

Fuck! I said that out loud, didn't I?