"But I want to take a shower now," Kate argued. She glanced down, and her cheeks reddened again, "Y—You know, it's a little uncomfortable down there. It's sticky."
Henry looked down and remembered how he had shot all his seed inside of her. His ears reddened in an instant, and gently released Kate's hand, "Then I'll wait for you to take a bath first, then we can eat dinner together."
"It won't be as tasty if you eat it later."
"That's fine. I know it'll taste good since you're the one who cooked it for me," Henry said. "I don't want to eat alone, I'll wait for you."
Kate felt that Henry's words carried more meaning than he let on, but she wasn't in the mood to talk, especially now when she desperately needed to clean herself.
So she went to the bathroom and took a hot shower to wash off all the remaining sweat. It took her a while to clean things down there, and after she was done, she borrowed Henry's fresh towel to dry herself.
