I said to Rodolfo as I caressed his muscled abs while he bent over. His straight black hair draped the side of his face as he positioned himself. “If you’re not feeling well enough to sail, then I’ll nurse you back to health,” I said. He lay on his back on our hostel’s bed, his hand knotted in a fist over his stomach. “No. You’re going. I know you want to help me, Carlos, but we paid a lot of money for our spots on the sailboat. Enjoy it. Staying here won’t help my stomachache.” Rodolfo turned away from me. As he moved his eyes to his new wedding ring, he fidgeted with it, slowly spinning it on the ring finger of his right hand. “I know you want to be a good husband, but I insist you have some fun. Listening to me retch isn’t how you should have to spend the first full day of our honeymoon.” I cuddled up beside him. With one hand on his chest, I kissed his tanned shoulder. The white tank top revealed the perfect place for a tender kiss. “And you shouldn’t spend the first full day of our honeymoon alone, either.”
