It was late when Christopher came back home. He was tired and lay down, making her lap the pillow, his arms around her waist. He was too lazy to go freshen up and eat something.
Abigail massaged his scalp gently, a smile lingering on the corners of her lips.
"Why don't you go and wash up? I will bring your food here."
He did not answer or move, showing that he was unwilling to do anything she suggested. He was enjoying lying like this and feeling her fingers on his scalp.
"Aren't you hungry?" she asked.
"I am."
"Then go and freshen up. Change your clothes."
"Bathe me." He lifted his head to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
She stared at him with astonishment, mouth agape. "You are not tired when it comes to sex."
"It gives me pleasure. Why would I get tired of it?" His eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Huh?"
His answer astounded her. He didn't look as if he was tired before.
