Ingrid's gaze remained fixed on Caym, her eyes wide in surprise.
"Incredible," she thought.
Ingrid lowered her gaze as she felt the liquid trickle down her face. She wiped it away and gazed at it for a moment. The sticky residue clung to her fingers. It looked erotic. And inviting.
"I wonder—"
"It's not clean," Caym interrupted her thoughts.
Ingrid paused, realizing what she was about to do. She quickly gathered herself, sitting upright on the floor and clearing her face of any traces with her hands.
"Wait, why would he splash it on my face if he knew it was dirty?" Ingrid wondered. She lifted her eyes to Caym who pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and started to wipe himself off. He appeared composed, yet his ears and neck were noticeably red. "Hmm, well, that's satisfying to witness."
"Should I... help you clean up?" Ingrid asked.
