Despite the late hour, the pair of lovers had a lovely time in the washroom, immersing themselves in the moment upon their reunion.
Still, Lariette didn't linger once she was done, still having important things to do.
Stepping out of the tub, she rinsed alone in the shower cubicle. And then, she told him to take his time while she prepared some food for him.
"Lettie, it's fine. I can just drink some milk later."
"No, honey. Milk won't suffice. I'll go to the kitchen first."
Ruediger finally relented. Still soaking in the tub, he watched Lariette, clad in a towel, leave the washroom.
His gaze caught the droplets trailing down her graceful neck, passing her shoulder blades before disappearing beneath the fabric.
He didn't want to bother her, but he couldn't deny he was indeed hungry. He only ate a little during dinner before preparing to return home. His simple lunch had long been digested by him.
'What'll she make?'
