After a steamy night, as the sun stretched its rays across the room, signaling the dawn of a new day, Liv prepared herself to depart, her mind already drifting to the responsibilities awaiting her at work. Meanwhile, Arthur remained on the bed, his eyes tracing her every move. Secretly, he wished he could convince her to stay a little longer.
Sensing the weight of his stare, Liv couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, though she swiftly brushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand, pulling on her bra to encase her breasts before slipping into her shirt.
Eager to break the silence that hung heavy in the air, Liv cleared her throat, tentatively broaching the topic that had been nagging at the back of her mind. "Arthur, forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I can't help but wonder… why me? Why not Joanna?"
Arthur's response came with a measured nod, his thoughts veiled behind a veil of contemplation before admitting, "I guess there is."
