After nearly an hour of passion in the bathroom, the couple finally stepped out. Anna settled in front of the dressing table, eyes narrowing as she examined the dark hickey marks blooming along her cleavage.
"Even mosquitoes don't bite like this," she hissed under her breath, just as the culprit reappeared behind her with a hair dryer in hand.
Instead of feeling flustered by his sudden urge to pamper her, Anna felt irritation simmer in her chest.
"Don't you dare laugh like that. This is all your fault," she accused, shooting him a glare. "You were completely relentless. Back to back, Daniel. We were supposed to bathe."
Thankfully, he had used protection, or she would have been worrying about far bigger consequences by now.
