Dorothy wasn't thinking much, just lying in bed unable to sleep, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom.
But as tticked by...
Everett's shower seemed to be taking unusually long.
Half an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of himing out.
She sat up in bed, slipped into her slippers, and tiptoed to the bathroom door.
The door was securely shut, revealing nothing! She could barely make out a silhouette moving inside.
Left with no other choice, Dorothy reluctantly knocked on the door.
“Everett?”
The moment she spoke, the person inside abruptly stopped moving.
“Are you okay? You didn’t pass out from the heat or anything, did you?”
“No.”
Everett's voice, when he finally spoke, was hoarse and barely recognizable.
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Dorothy had been around the block enough times to know something was up without needing further explanation.
She quickly pulled her hand back, figuring it was best not to interrupt Everett's “moment”.
But then, the next second, the bathroom door swung open—
Everett stood there, his handsface flushed, wet hair clinging to his forehead, droplets of water trailing down his face.
Though he was wrapped in a bathrobe, it was loosely tied, leaving little to the imagination...
“You, you!”
Even after all their intimate moments, Dorothy still couldn’t get used to scenes like this and quickly turned away.
“Tie your robe up, will you!”
“What's there to be shy about? It's not like you haven't seen it before.” Everett reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, only
then did she notice how alarmingly hot his skin was.
“Are you running a fever?”
“No.” Everett pinned her to the wall, leaning in to kiss her, “Dorothy... | can’t seem to get it... done myself.”
He had tried his best not to bother Dorothy.
But half an hour had gone by with no end in sight.
And giving up just wasn’t an option—he was too ufortable!
“Shall I... help you?” Dorothy, somewhat understanding of his needs and having not been close for a while, couldn’t possibly not
want to.
“Please.”
Everett guided her hand, but Dorothy didn’t immediatelyply.
“Can you turn off the lights? I... | feel embarrassed...”
At this point, whatever she asked for was okay.
Everett didn’t want to put any pressure on her, so he just lay there, letting her do as she pleased.
He had hoped she could help him finish quickly so they could both get ssleep, but he overestimated Dorothy's expertise!
And it was partly his fault...
He had always been too focused on taking, never really teaching her.
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After Dorothy's clumsy attempts, Everett felt like he was about to burst a vein!
“Why haven't you finished?”
“Like this, | won't be able to finish all night.”
She stopped, a look of frustration and fatigue on her face, her arms aching from the effort!
“What do we do then? Maybe you should just take care of it yourself...”
“Dorothy, | won't go all the way, just a little friction, okay? It definitely won't harm the baby.”
He felt like he was about to explode if this continued.
Dorothy hesitated, then nodded.
She trusted Everett to know his limits.
It had been so long, and at his slightest touch, Dorothy's body trembled.
Her hands clutched Everett's arm tightly, biting her lip to stay quiet.
He propped himself up on his elbow, leaning in to capture her lips in a fervent kiss...
“This is definitely the last baby, no more after this.”