Nayan made a low ‘mmm-hmm’ sound, made a slight face as she found yet another knot to rub out. “It’s my first time on a cruise ship,” he said absently, feeling the trigger point of pain slowly fade under Morgan’s merciless, if eventually pleasurable attentions. “I was surprised to win the tickets. I was, ah, entered behind my back in the contest. My wife didn’t tell me until we won so you can imagine my surprise.” A slight shrug. “Not that I’m complaining now.”
Though, he had complained some at first because there was of course the instinct to get defensive. They’d never taken initiative for a pleasure anything in their marriage – time and money frittered on frivolities, she’d always said – and suddenly she wanted to take time for him? It smacked of something he didn’t like the flavor of. Nevertheless, she’d talked him down and gotten him to agree it would be preferable to sulking in New York.