Returning Home After the Trip

Now that I’d come to my senses, I was getting a little embarrassed. This morning—well, really, all the way through the morning, honey and I had been alone together...

"Huh? You’re getting out already?"

"Yes, honey..."

"It felt nice being in the bathtub together."

Thinking about what had happened before I fell asleep made me so embarrassed I could die, but honey said he’d enjoyed it and didn’t seem embarrassed at all.

"Honey, are you going to stay in the bathtub?"

"Uh, no?"

"Then come out when you’re done washing."

"Okay..."

Honey seemed a little flustered. Maybe he was worried that, because of what I’d said, I might ask him to do it again. Should I go out and buy us something to eat for his sake? It felt a little odd to order hotel room service again...