A-bwuh?!
Gardenia took him aback completely when, just like that, the covers were thrown back and Hyacinthe got a nice, long eyeful of everything, no details left to the imagination! He'd thought he'd been hot under the collar before, but that made him blush enough he was surprised he didn't pop a vessel, and with a choked sound, he turned his head away and shielded his eyes to be polite, give her some privacy.
Ohhh wow. Those were some nice breasts, indeed. And her legs. Gods! This had to be some sort of punishment for something he didn't know he'd done, or maybe something he was bound to do.
Whatever the case may be, at least he got what he wanted, which was that she moved. When he felt the blankets stop shifting, he peeked cautiously back at her, saw she was covered to her chin, and let his breath out slowly.
"Much obliged, wife," he muttered, before he slipped his shirt off and tossed it onto the ground. Make it look like it was a wild night. Why not? Besides, those clothes were for the wedding day, which meant he cared for them not a bit.
Avoiding eye contact with Gardenia, he unlaced his breeches and slipped out of them, followed by his smallclothes, and then blew out the candles and scrambled beneath the blankets at record speed. With a grunt, he flopped over onto his side so his back was to her as she hovered right at the edge of the bed, as far from her as he could get.
"Sweet dreams, darling wife," he grumbled, and closed his eyes tightly.