Our marriage is saved.

I will never get used to waking up next to him. He looks so cute when he's asleep. His hair sticks out all over the place, sometimes to his forehead. He sleeps in his boxers (per my request) so half of the time he ends up curling up in a ball against my chest due to the coldness of where we live. Somehow he always ends up with his legs tangled with mine and his head on my chest no matter what, even after we fight, and trust me we do. I didn't realise I had been staring till I heard a small cough and chuckle come from next to me.

"Have you finished staring or do you need a couple more minutes?"

"A couple more minutes would be fine thanks" His eyes were still heavy from just waking up and his voice was huskier than usual; his morning voice was always extremely sexy to me. I was brought out of staring this time by Ryan's lips softly against mine. I couldn't help but kiss back his lips were just so soft. Soft kissing soon turned into heavy making out which quickly lead to Ryan straddling me trying to get my out of my pyjama bottoms to no prevail. Do you know how hard is to talk when somebody has their tongue in your mouth? It took me approximately three minutes to get Ryan to stop kissing me (mainly because I didn't want him to stop)

"Why'd you make me stop?" He leant close to me ear leaving goosebumps as he breathed. "You usually love morning sex" His voice was still huskier than usual and it literally sent a shiver down my spine.

"I do but we have to meet the guys to talk about this tour" He stopped biting my collarbone and looked me dead in the eye.

"You'll pay for ruining morning sex" I knew he was telling the truth. I just wondered how I'd be paying this time. Last time it was no sex or kissing for a week which almost killed us both. I didn't even notice Ryan was no longer on top of me and that the shower was running. After about an hour of Ryan deciding if it was flip-flop weather or not (he went with not due to the rain) we finally made it to Jon's house. Spencer's car was already parked out front, un-surprising seeing as we were an hour and a half late. By the time I'd locked the car and gotten into the house Ryan, Jon and Spencer were all sat around the kitchen table eating chips. I took the only available seat next to Ryan, who smirked as I did so. I shrugged it off and took a handful of chips from the bag which earned me a kick from Jon.

"The fuck dude?" Yep that was going to be bruised in the morning.

"Don't be so greedy we don’t have a million bags like you guys" I shook my head and carried on talking about the details of our upcoming tour. He’d been pissy with me and Ryan since we’d bought the new house. I’d asked Spencer and he told me not to worry about it he was just upset that me and Ryan had a huge house while him and Cassie were stuck in this small apartment.
We’d finished talking about touring and now Ryan and the guys were talking about… something. I had stopped listening about a half hour ago and had started talking about what me and Ryan were gonna do on tour. We weren’t ready to tell the fans. It’s not that we didn’t want to, we love our fans they’re just a little… excitable. Okay so telling them was out of the question and I certainly wasn’t taking my ring off, so we’d have to make something up to tell everyone. What though? That would have to wait right now I was more concerned as to whose hand was travelling slowly up my thigh towards my crotch. I presumed it was Ryan as Spencer had gone off somewhere while I wasn’t listening and Jon was sat opposite with his hands on the table.

I looked to Ryan out of the corner of my eye to make sure Jon didn’t notice. He was just sat there all calm, talking to Jon as he tried to get me of under our best-friends dining table. I get it! This is the punishment for ruining morning sex. Ha-ha very funny but this needed to stop. I smiled at Jon and tried to concentrate on what he was saying. My face distorted and my grip tightened on the table, turning my knuckles white as Ryan grabbed my crotch. I could see by Jon’s face he knew something was up.

“You okay dude? You look… in pain?” I’m only in pain because I’m trying not to moan like a whore and jump Ryan right in your kitchen.

“Yeah just a little” He grabbed again. This time it was impossible not to make a noise, I settled for a strained groan.

“Just a little what?” I was either going to kill Ryan when we got home or fuck him till he couldn’t walk. Either was good with me.

“Stomach ache is all. I think I just need to go to bed” I looked at Ryan who I could tell was holding back laughter. This was so un-fair.

“Ryan sweetie will you drive me home?” I could tell Jon was un-comfortable by the way he was looking around the room looking at everything but us.

“Of course baby I’d be glad too. See you on Friday Jon tell Spence we said bye” Jon let out a small ‘bye’ and waved us to the door. Ryan practically ran to the car where as all I could do was waddle uncomfortable trying to hide my hard on. When I got in the passenger seat of the car and made sure not to make eye contact with him, I’d save my wrath for when we got home.