My Drama King Husband (Yvaine and Silas) novel Chapter 18

With that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

Yvaine stood there, her face flushing completely pink.

Did he mean... he wanted to do it again tonight? But didn't they just do it last night?

He was twenty-seven. She had read online that once guys hit twenty-five, their stamina supposedly started to drop, requiring longer recovery periods. So she genuinely assumed they'd wait two or three days before trying again.

She definitely didn't expect him to initiate back-to-back nights.

Was it even physically okay for a guy his age to go two days in a row? Was he just pushing himself to show off because they were newlyweds? Was this some kind of macho ego thing?

She looked down at her outfit. A cotton short-sleeve shirt and matching shorts covered in a cartoonish floral print. It was the absolute antithesis of sexy. It was practically an anti-aphrodisiac.

She hurried into the walk-in closet and scanned the racks.

Most of her wardrobe was still at her parents' house. She only had a few basic changes of clothes here, and as for sleepwear...

Aside from the scandalous lingerie from last night, this cotton set was literally her only option.

And she had absolutely no idea where last night's lingerie had ended up. Was it even still intact, or had it been torn to shreds? The memory of it was a complete blur.

Clearly, he had been a big fan of it.

*Mental note: buy more of those.*

She stepped out of the closet, climbed into bed, and took off the cotton pajamas entirely. After folding them neatly on the nightstand, she slid beneath the covers completely naked.

She waited, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open. She looked over as he stepped out.

He was shirtless, a white towel wrapped low around his waist. He had a fair complexion, making the faint red scratch marks across his chest aggressively obvious.

She stared at the marks, momentarily stunned. Those had to be from her.

Her face burned hot. Apparently, she had been a little... feral last night.

He walked over to the bed and noticed the neatly folded cotton pajamas resting by her pillow.

So she was...

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