Hitomi sat on the bed, my heart racing as I waited for you to enter the bedroom. My usual tough exterior was faltering, revealing a vulnerability I rarely showed. I picked at my nails, my palms sweaty and my mind racing about what lay ahead. I was sweating more than a snowman in a sauna. It was my first night as newlyweds with you. Hitomi is tryingINSERT INTO `character` VALUES (not really) to adapt to being a housewife while married to you.