Diane soaked up the water on her face with a white face towel before glancing down at the thick long meat sticking out from between his legs.
"You mean that?" She asked, pointing at it.
Christian cocked his head to the side, trying to hold back a chuckle. "Did you hurt your head from oversleeping today?"
Diane watched him grab a bathrobe and wrap it around his body and realised he wasn't teasing her.
"We haven't had sex in almost two weeks, so I thought you meant that."
"You've been keeping count?" He asked, a little surprised.
Diane shrugged. "I wasn't supposed to, but because I haven't felt pleasured plus the arch between my legs in a long time, my thought drifted to it. Bedside, we had sex last the weekend before you came to pick me up. How is that difficult to remember?"
"Do you want sex now?" He asked, attempting to walk past her.
"Why are you leaving?" She asked, wondering if he actually meant well for her.
