The pillow flew perfectly, hitting Hugo’s face with a satisfying puff. He didn’t dodge. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
“I deserved that,” he said, brushing the pillow off his face with a laugh. “But honestly, that was a pretty precise throw. Were you ever on a softball team?”
“I once almost hit my ex on the head with a tennis racket because of a stupid comment,” I replied lightly, sitting at the edge of the bed while drying the tips of my still-damp hair.
“Oh? And now… am I on that lucky list?”
“You’re not an ex yet,” I said flatly. “But you might make a good practice target.”
Hugo feigned shock. “How cruel. And to think I just helped save my wife from potential hypothermia and a total loss of dignity.”
I turned to look at him. “You call that help? You just made the moment even more humiliating!”
He moved closer and sat beside me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “You know, I imagined a lot of things about our wedding night…”
I shifted away half a centimeter. “That sentence sounds lik
