Aslan let go of his hand and sat on Rosie's bed. He looked at his wife who was tying the strings of her nightdress on the shoulder. It seemed that tonight Aslan had to restrain himself again.
Rosie opened her window so that the moonlight could illuminate her room without the light from the lamp.
"You want to sleep? It's not that late yet," asked Aslan as his wife got into bed and lay beside him with her eyes closed.
Although all the lights had been turned off and some of the candles in the room had been put out, the moon was shining so brightly that Aslan could still clearly see the silhouette of Rosie lying beside him.
Aslan tilted his head to get a better view of Rosie. He swallowed hard when he saw his wife's exposed skin. Aslan could only see it without being able to touch it, and that was the greatest test for him. He didn't trust himself in holding back his desire for the rest of the night.
