Artis strode into his house, the silence only broken by the clatter of utensils as Juliana scrubbed dishes in the kitchen.
Her annoyed muttering about "lazy men" and "ungrateful husband" drifted through the air, but he paid it no mind. He had other plans.
He made his way to Nadia's room, the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the hallway.
As he reached her door, it slid open, and out stepped Nadia—wrapped in nothing but a towel that clung to her like it was on a mission to reveal everything.
Her freshly showered skin glistened, and her damp hair framed her flushed face.
"I-I'm going shopping... w-with my friends…"
She stammered, her words tumbling over themselves as her eyes darted everywhere but at him.
Artis's gaze didn't waver, his smirk growing as he took in her deliciously flustered state. The towel barely covered her bouncing assets, which seemed to have a mind of their own.
Slam!
