Without saying anything, Cynthia walked into the bathroom, clutching the shirt. In the steamy mist, she scrubbed her body vigorously under the intense flow of water. Fate can be quite humorous at times, turning lovers into strangers overnight, while making those who don't love each other willingly become husband and wife, even intertwining their bodies in a close embrace.
She found it hard to distinguish what was more important: protecting her heart or her body? Why couldn't fate be a little kinder to her, allowing her to give both her heart and body to the one she truly wanted?
When she stepped out of the bathroom, she found him leaning against the headboard, reading a book. His strong torso was bare, proudly displaying his athletic physique. The only light in the bedroom was from a bedside lamp, casting a warm, dim glow on his face, and she felt her heart race for a moment.
