Irene half-narrowed her eyes. "Thirsty."
Isaac tucked her hair behind her ear and said softly, "Wait here. I'll get you a drink."
"Yeah," she rasped.
Thud, thud—
There was a sudden knock on the door!
Irene was at first muddled, but she quickly came to her senses and stared warily at the door.
"No one's coming in," Isaac assured her.
Still, she nervously straightened her clothes, leaving Isaac in amusement.
"That's not like you. You were enjoying it so much just now…"
Irene clasped a hand over his mouth. "Keep it down! Someone's outside!"
She was already embarrassed, and he had to say that stuff!
Isaac simply said at the direction of the door, "I'm coming over later."
Irene then heaved a sigh of relief when she heard footsteps leaving, and Isaac got up, fastened his belt, and walked to the water dispenser. "Calm down. Take a breather."
However, Irene blushed—she had never let loose like this and was more or less uncomfortable!
Isaac chuckled. "You have two sons, and you're still acting as innocent as a girl."
Irene rolled her eyes at him—he was responsible for that!
Still, it took her a long while to grumble, "I'm not thick-skinned like you."
Isaac chuckled even quieter then. "Can't have two sons if I'm as shy as you are."
Irene stopped talking then—he was always going to win in an argument.
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