Last night Sarah and I were watching 28 Weeks Later, the sequel to the zombie-type horror flick 28 Days Later. We had to turn the movie off halfway through.
Not because it was too scary (and it was).
Not because it was too intense (and it was intense, too).
Not because it was bloody and gory and violent (check, check, and check).
No…we had to stop the movie halfway through because we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you know the honeymoon hasn’t ended.