"You want to go to the bathroom?" Rosie asked.
Aslan shook his head. He wanted to kiss the girl, not to go to the bathroom. Ah… it was annoying. Maybe if he wasn't sick right now, they would be spending their time making love. Aslan's body still felt very weak, so he would not be able to move as usual.
Aslan buried his face in the crook of his wife's neck, pulling Rosie back to sleep next to him. He attacked her with small kisses as soft as feathers, while his hands squeezed the girl's waist all the way up.
"Do not push yourself. You are still sick, Aslan."
"I know. I just want to touch you."
"I suggest you sleep again."
"I've slept too much," said Aslan, who was now pushing his body to move on top of his wife.
Rosie could feel something hard pressing against her thighs.
"No. Not until you're completely recovered." Rosie pushed Aslan back down, and the man lost to his wife's strength. He gave up when the girl left him alone.
