<Three Months Later>

“Here” he dropped a tray of fried chicken on the bedside table. “Is this what you want?” he asked me.

I glanced at the chicken, pouted my lips and shook my head in disappointment.

“You’re sweating again” he complained as he wiped off the sweat from my forehead. “Should I run a cold bath for you?”

I pouted my lips even more, and shook my head.

He sat next to me on the bed, and pulled me into his arms.

“What do you wanna do then?” he asked.

“Touch me” I answered.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Touch you?” he sounded confused.

“Let’s make love”

“Huh?”...