The next morning, while Tony was showering, he called for Marcella. Marcella went to the bathroom thinking he needed his towel.
He did not want the towel.
"Join me, Birdie," he pulled her in the shower.
"I was preparing breakfast!" Marcella could only complain as her clothes got wet. He hugged her and didn't let go.
"I don't need breakfast," he made sure she was wet all over.
Having no other way, Marcella got out of her clothes grumbling about her childish husband. Tony didn't care for her grumbles. His smile widened seeing her bare skin. He pulled her into the shower.
"Stop it, Tony!" Marcella tried to hold his hand.
