บท 173: Warmth

Ira had gone home to freshen up and shower. Up close, she always smelled nice. he recalled the image of her applying the lavender oil on her snow white body. Her fingers rubbed it on her slender legs.

"Shhh" Ira cut off his words and his imagination ...

She was not shy, just afraid he will tease her. And as she feared, he gripped his hands. Her tone was laced with irritation.

"So cool," he blurted when the cold cloth touched his body.

Once she wiped his chest and legs, she got that wipe from the box and touched his face. "You need to shave," she grumbled. The small hair pricked her skin looked ugly.

"Maybe you can help me there," He joked.

"Later," she mumbled. Her reply surprised Vivan. She didn't deny. He had to write this down and ask for her later. Maybe make a list! An evil smile spread on his face.