I've just awoken to a man claiming to be my husband and breaking a spell, kissing me. My reaction? I punch him in the face.
"Argh." He stumbles back, rubbing his head.
"I'm sorry!" I cringe. His familiar sea green eyes meet my own.
"Delayed reaction, perhaps?" he chuckles and takes my hand in his. We are wearing the matching wedding rings I picked.
I smile with recognition. "Alexander, my love." We kiss, this time both awake.
"I was so worried," he starts, but I interrupt.
"You should only worry about that evil witch's ass that's about to be kicked!"