The morning after their wedding arrived quietly, wrapped in soft light and the kind of silence that only follows a night filled with emotion, celebration, and intimacy. The honeymoon suite still held the warmth of the hours before—the faint scent of perfume in the air, discarded clothes on the floor, and the unspoken awareness that everything had changed overnight. They were no longer just a couple. They were newlyweds, officially launched into married life.
The night itself had been everything romantic comedies and late-night conversations promised it would be. Laughter came easily. Affection felt effortless. For two people who had spent months planning a perfect wedding, that first night together as husband and wife felt like a reward—personal, private, and deeply affirming. It was the kind of moment people later describe as magical, the beginning of a shared story they expect to tell for decades.
By morning, the groom slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom, still smiling to himself. The shower steamed up the mirror as he replayed pieces of the night in his mind, thinking about how surreal it felt to finally be married. When he turned off the water and reached out, reality interrupted him in the most mundane way possible. No towel.
“Sweetheart?” he called out, voice casual. “Can you bring me a towel?”
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