"Welcome my kiss and reply! Otherwise, I won't let you go tonight!" Hans threatened.
"What a perv—"
And once Hans stopped Achiera's words with a kiss. The kiss that was getting hotter and hotter with his hands that already explored Achiera's chest.
And ended only because the two people were short of breath each other. Hans joined his forehead with Achiera's.
Their hearts collided with each other, showing each other the strength of their respective beats.
"Come on!" Hans said after a few minutes.
Achiera raised an eyebrow. "Let's take a shower! You have to help me rub my back. I'm tired, so I can't do that alone," Hans said.
"I don't want to! I want to sleep."
"Sleeping in the bathtub is fine too. Don't you often do it every time we make-"
"Let's take a shower," Achiera quickly interrupted Hans's words.
Hans could only smile mischievously because his wife gave in in the end.
"Here!" Hans called.
