Once he finished his morning ritual, Mark stood up, checked the shell to make sure the smudging wand was out, turned off the iPod, and went back down the hall. He entered the master bedroom, tiptoed over to Alex’ side of the bed, and leaned over to kiss his forehead. In a flash, two strong arms reached up, and pulled him down to the bed, mouth meeting mouth in a passionate kiss typical for newlyweds, not necessarily a couple on their way to their third anniversary.
“I’ll see you tonight,” said Alex, his voice still croaky from just waking up.
“I can’t wait,” replied Mark. “You still won’t tell me what you’ve planned?”
“Nope, it’s a surprise,” he said, cupping his strong hand around Mark's crotch.