Mary stared lovingly at her new husband's body. His muscled torso. His chiselled chin. She wrapped her legs tight around his body and knotted her fingers through his tusseled hair, arching her body against him. He kissed her furiously, bruising her lips.
"Oh God!" Mary cried, "Yes, Yes!
Their love-making became so passionate that Henry's head bashed against the headboard.
"Ouch!" he cried, clutching his head. He sat up, the sheets sliding down his bare chest. Mary leaned forward, frowning in concern.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Do you want me to get an ice-pack?"
Henry turned to face the voice. He smiled politely at Tom, who was sitting placidly in a chair in a corner.
"Don't worry Tom," he said, "I'll be fine,"
"Alright then," Tom said cheerfully, before turning back to his motor magazine.
Henry faced Mary again, placing kisses on her forehead and neck. Mary peered at Tom over Henry's shoulder.
"Do you ever think," Mary asked quietly, "That Tom is just a little too invested in our relationship?"
Henry shrugged. "No," he said, "Why would I think that?"
