On our wedding night, my husband, Scott, wanted to get intimate with me, but I turned him down, saying I was tired. He understandingly agreed and kissed me goodnight.

Suddenly, at midnight, I felt the bed shake and turned to my side, only to freeze at what Scott was doing on our bed.

On our wedding night, amidst the anticipation, I was hesitating. “Scott, can we… can we talk for a bit?” I asked, suggesting we don’t dive right into the “action.”

Scott frowned and questioned, “Talk? Now?”Despite his frustration, I expressed my need for more conversation and rest, given the day’s exhaustion.

Scott reluctantly agreed, masking his disappointment with a gentle kiss on my cheek before we turned in for the night. However, the tranquility of our lavender-scented suite was shattered when I awoke a few hours later.