Aurora gulped. He was sitting on the couch, waiting for Mario, who was preparing himself before sending him off for a check-up as usual.

From the corner of her eye, Aurora could see how her husband was only wearing a waist-length towel, looking casually at the cupboard, intending to choose what clothes he would wear in a moment.

Aurora watched how Mario unhesitatingly took off the towel wrapped around his waist. Throws in any direction. Leaving a thin gray boxer that covered something and even now caught his attention.

Oh my God.

What is wrong with my eyes?

Why is it so hard to look away from the sight in...