After they showered, Vivianne lay sprawled on the sofa like a limp vegetable. She was still in her bathrobe, her hair soaking wet, but she couldn't muster the strength to stand up anymore.

Beckett had promised earlier that they would just take a shower. However, they ended up having sex in the bathroom, and it wasn't just one round. There were many.

Most of the time, she was standing, so her legs were now trembling.

She gave Beckett a glare, and he felt it even though he was facing away from her while drying himself.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Beckett asked without turning to face her....