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“Lisa. We are not watching the football on our honeymoon. End of.”
“It’s the FA Cup final, and we’re playing Chelsea. Please love, it’ll only be a couple of hours. Promise.
“No, we’re suppose to be inseparable and loved-up!”
“We are. I’m not going to some tacky British themed pub. We’re staying here in the villa. We’d only be sunbathing anyway…” shrugged Lisa,
“Only sunbathing,” scoffed Carla. “Do I need to remind you what we were doing two hours ago, cos that certainly wasn’t sunbathing, missus!”
“No, it was much, much better,” purred Lisa. “Think of this as our recovery session before dinner…”
“Too right it’s our recovery session, given the cold shoulder you’ve just given me, maybe I should’ve had a flippin’ cold shower instead.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You always do, and then some.”
“Is that a yes?”
“You know it is. Can’t say no to you, can I,” huffed Carla, slowly biting her lip, knowing exactly what it did to her wife of exactly five days.
“Come here, you. We’ve got half an hour before it starts, we need to warm up, don’t you think? I wouldn’t want you pulling anything and injuring yourself.”
“The only thing I’m pulling is you, wife!”
“Forever, wife.”