Dexter only turned the shower on and carried me for a rinse after fooling around for over an hour in the bathroom.
I thought he was finally letting me off. I never expected his stamina to be more than what an ordinary person could imagine.
"We still have to pick Xan and Ashton up. Can't you be more reliable as a father-ah!" I was tossed onto the bed. Just as I was about to sneak away, he caught my ankle and dragged me back.
Dexter was habitually quiet in bed. He believed in talking less and doing more.
I said, 'Let's talk it out, Dexter. My waist and the rest of my body hurt-hey!'
My words couldn't even reach him. I knew I would be completely drained if he were to lock me at home.
"Your stamina is weak, Sophia. Dexter was now half-jokingly complaining about my weak stamina.
I glared at him angrily. The comers of his eyes were red, as if he was the one aggrieved. 'I can't bear to exert more force on you, Sophia."
