Once we got back home, I managed to coax Dexter to go to bed first.
It seemed that after experiencing being well taken care of, Dexter wanted to experience it again. He kept pretending to feel ill and said that he had a fever, sore hands, and sore feet. He even
asked that I bathe him.
I hoped he could just be honest. Bathing Dexter was really troublesome, especially since he took advantage of the situation.
Dexter had stripped himself naked earlier and ended up soaking me as well,
"Dexter Black!" I gritted my teeth after yelling. I was soaked from head to toe.
"Sofia, your clothes are all wet. Come on, let's just bathe together," Dexter said, looking innocent. He was seriously trying to unbutton my shirt.
I slapped his hand away and took a deep breath.
