*warning: it gets a bit sexual, but there is no actual 👉🏼👌🏽 sex*

*Californias POV*

Me and Texas get home from our date, holding hands and giggling like kids. Soon, he's in the bedroom changing and I'm in the bathroom taking off my makeup. Everything is normal when Texas walks in the bathroom in nothing but underwear. Which is fine, I've been married to him for a while, I've seen him like this before. But what's different is that he's behind me, his hands on my hips. I smile. We haven't actually done much naughty things yet... and who says we can't start now?

I turn around and pull him into a deep kiss, and he holds me close. He then picks me up and carries me to the bed. He grinds on me, and I feel my face turn red... but something is wrong... I'm getting hot... too hot... burning... boiling... Texas is still feeling me, but I begin to cry.

"Texas! I'm burning!" I cry. Suddenly, Texas's hands freeze. He looks at me and I see him panic. This isn't my first attack, but fucking hell, this one is the worst so far. Texas picks me up and holds me like a baby.

"Cali, it'll be ok," Texas exclaimed. I just cry, gasping for breath. It feels like I'm literally on fire. Texas rushes me to the bathroom and both of us get in the shower. He turns the water on cold and holds me as the cool water calms the flames. My breathing settles, and I relax into Texas's embrace. He kisses me on the head, both of us soaking wet.

"You ok?" Texas asked. I nod.

"Y-yeah... I think I need to take a nap...," I say.

"Ok, let's dry off," Texas said, getting out of the shower. That night, I lay in bed as Texas sits near me, reading me his favorite book.

"...It's a sin to kill a mockingbird," Texas read.

"That's nice, I like that metaphor," I say. Texas smiles and nods, and I can't suppress my own smile.

"I love you," I say. I know it doesn't have to do with our conversation, I just had to say it. Texas chuckles.

"I love you too... I'm real lucky y'know?" Texas said.

"Hm?" I say.

"Well...during the civil war when... confederate did what he did... he told me nobody would ever love me... not like he did... a-and... I guess I believed him...," Texas said, tearing up. I get up and pull Texas into a hug.

"He was wrong... so many people love you... I love you so much," I say. Texas holds me close.

"I love you too," Texas cried softly.