"John..."
Nana Jensen dared not look into his eyes, but still gently reminded him. The man did not respond to her, the sound of his breathing becoming heavier and heavier in her ear. The more she listened, the more she could discern the undercurrent of restraint.
A sharp pain suddenly flashed through her heart.
"Hmm?"
It took quite a while before the man let out another low sound.
"Do we need to call a doctor?"
Nana had originally wanted him to get off her, but the words that came to her lips turned into that question. As soon as she spoke, Nana regretted it. Just last night she had meddled too much in how long he spent in the bathroom, and he had been giving her the cold shoulder ever since!
Now here she was still showing concern; Nana thought she must be brain-dead!
"Call a doctor?"
The man still on top of her suddenly let out a low chuckle, but the laughter was thick with self-mockery. He added, "Do you want mom to lock us both up in bed all day long?"
Uh?
