(Aurora's POV)
Too late.
He flipped me over, pulled me against him, and said in a tone of complete exhaustion, "I'm tired. You do the work."
My face went so hot I thought I might combust.
"I literally cannot move my legs."
He laughed - low and quiet - and bit my collarbone.
"Useless," he said, and took over anyway.
The rest of the honeymoon proceeded along similar lines. The itinerary had listed four days of activities. Spa treatments. A mountain village day trip. A sunset dinner reservation.
I saw none of it.
I spent three days barely leaving the room, doing a daily inventory of my remaining energy each morning and concluding that the answer was very little. On the fourth morning, Phineas asked if I wanted to go back to the slopes.
I shook my head so hard the pillow shifted.
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