In Ethan's modest kitchen, Clara moved with an ease that spoke of familiarity, despite the unfamiliar setting. She wore her trousers and an unbuttoned shirt, revealing her inner wear that clung to her boobs barely holding them in place. The scent of something savory filled the air, a simple yet comforting aroma.
"What are you cooking?" Ethan asked, leaning against the doorway, his tone light.
"Just some pasta," Clara replied, not turning from the stove. "Hope you're not expecting a gourmet meal."
Ethan chuckled. "As long as it's edible, I'm not complaining."
Their conversation was casual, a brief respite from the intensity of their earlier encounter. Ethan watched her, appreciating the normalcy of the moment.
Meanwhile, in the confines of his mind, a different conversation unfolded.
"[You didn't heed my warning,]" Lilith's voice echoed in his head, a mix of admonishment and relief.
