"Honey... We're married, you have the right to do anything to me... As long as you do it slowly, the doctor says it's okay for us to make love."
Make love?
Varell swallowed his saliva, the sentence made him feel like he was going to explode. "What are you talking about? Go to bed, I'll sleep on the couch," said Varell, his forehead sweating. He was very nervous now.
Mia's face was suddenly disappointed, she then got up. "Okay, I'll get you a blanket." She said before rushing off to her room.
Once again Varell felt guilty for Mia, he didn't mean it that way, just the cold air and Mia's adorable and seductive attitude made it very difficult to control himself. He didn't want to lose control, touching Mia without knowing his feelings were not him. He is not a jerk who only relies on desire, he cannot follow his instincts as a normal man just to satisfy his lust without any feelings binding him.
