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We've decided on a second honeymoon to France. This time the honeymoon will be fantastic and filled with the air of love. We will visit many tourist attractions, like the Louvre, and have as much fun as we can. It'll be great.

Yesterday we packed most of our belongings and stopped to take a break. I stood up from the ground, walked away from my bag and toward him where I kissed his neck and he held my hand before throwing me onto the bed. He started delicately caressing my thigh before completely lifting up my skirt and softly biting my lip. That's when we started making passionate love like never before. I felt like a sixteen-year-old virgin losing her virtue. It was majestic.

After the thirty minutes we spent together on the bed, he whispered in my ear and played with my straight, brown hair. Oh yes, he never asked me to change the color of my hair. He loves its maroon color. And I love him.

"I love you," he whispered. "You know that, right?"

"Yes," I looked at him, "I do."