[Margaret's Perspective]
Donald kept stroking my body. The water was flowing all around us, and the temperature was already a little cold.
Donald lifted me out of the tub and bent his head to kiss my forehead. I felt droplets of water run from his hair to my shoulders, raising a shiver in my skin with the coolness of evaporation. Donald lifted me firmly with one hand and grabbed a towel with the other to wrap us both.
Donald carried me to the bedroom. The towel fell to the floor, but neither of us was in the mood to care. I already had a premonition of what would happen to us later.
Mark, we've discussed this so many times, and now it's time to really do it.
And inside, I was more excited than nervous.
This was not only reflected in his mind, but also in his body.
"Lie here," Donald said.
I obeyed his order.
Donald gave me a rude tug. I lay on my waist on the side of the bed and my legs barely touched the ground.
