I woke to the sun shining through the curtains. When I moved to get up, Henry tightened his hold on my waist. "Five more minutes, darling," he breathed.
"It's Monday, mon amour," I murmured. "Time to start the week."
"Not yet," he insisted. "We don't need to get up yet." He kissed the back of my neck, making me shiver.
"That's what you always say."
"And am I ever wrong?"
I rolled over in his embrace so I could smirk at him. "There was that one time..."
He silenced me with a kiss. "One time," he acknowledged. "But not today." He was leaning in for another kiss when my phone rang. I jumped, hitting his chin with my head.
"Spoken too soon," he said, reaching over to hand me the phone from the nightstand. I sat up and looked at the caller ID. Hanson, of course.
"Martinez."
"Hey, Jo. Sorry to wake you."
I grinned at Henry. "Don't worry, I was awake."
"We've got a homicide over on Wesley. I'll text you the address."
"Thanks, Mike." I hit "end call" and tossed the phone back on the nightstand. "Time to start the week, Henry," I told him, swinging my legs off the bed. Before I could stand, he grabbed my hand and placed a tender kiss on my wedding ring.
"Now we can start the week," he informed me. "I'll make the coffee." Shaking my head fondly, I went to hop into the shower.
A short and sweet chapter to start us off! This story evolved a lot, but it always started with the same premise: Jo and Henry are married. How does this affect their work? I hope you enjoy. :) As always, please leave your thoughts in the reviews! I love constructive criticism that I can use to improve my writing!