After washing both of their hands with soap and spraying them with alcohol, Evan and Eternity finally sat in front of the dining table.
Before their fucking and Eternity's cooking, she had already prepared the table beforehand. Unconventionally, as it seemed, Eternity already had the inkling guess that they were going to fuck, and she won't have the time to fix the table anymore.
She wasn't a fortune teller, of course.
She just knew the possible consequence of her wearing nothing but an apron would arouse Evan to a significant degree.
But she did not foresee how much it aroused him.
"Are you sure that you'll still eat it even though the food has gotten quite cold?" Eternity asked, a deep frown on her face. "I can still cook again if you'd like."
"At the risk of seducing me again with your naked apron?" Evan teased her, causing her to blush madly. "At this rate, I'll end up fucking you until morning comes."
