Once Haruka was sure she was fast asleep, he immediately left her side and cracked his neck, he stalked over to his bathroom, muttering.
"Now for a cold shower."
He won't get any of this paperwork done at this rate. Abandoning the pile for a while shouldn't be too bad since he's already been at this for a long time.
Once he stripped his clothing and let the coolness of the water spread throughout his body. His thoughts remained on Lila. Her skin, white as snow against the dark silk of her hair. His wife, she's so beautiful. These days, Haruka has actually been holding himself back. But how much longer could he do that? How much longer could he pretend to be a gentleman and hold himself back?
