Irene said solemnly, "Yes, I missed you so much."
Leaning gently over Isaac's chest, she asked. "What about you? Did you miss me?"
"Every waking moment," he replied.
Irene smiled and reared her head to kiss his Adams's apple and his chest, while her soft hands slid down his abdomen to undo his belt.
Isaac stiffened, probably because she was being too flirtatious.
"Irene…" His voice was deep and hoarse.
"Yeah?" Irene replied mildly.
"I can't stop myself if you keep doing this," he said.
Irene smiled. "I know."
She certainly would not want to mess around, not while he was hurt!
"Let's get you bathed," she said.
However, Isaac felt uncomfortable because he felt like he was stripped naked in public, to be gawked at.
"I can do this myself," he said.
Irene refused right then. "No, your neck is hurt and shouldn't get wet. Moreover, you can't see, so I have to be here to help."
Isaac could say nothing to that, and he heard the bathroom door close while the tap was turned on, with splashing immediately ensuing.
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Zachary returned to the motel after buying new clothes for Isaac.
He knocked on their door a couple times and waited outside.
It was a long while before Irene finally came to the door—she was very wet after bathing Isaac, and the bathroom was so small her cheeks were red from the stuffiness.
Zachary was left staring at her. "What were you doing?"
"Bathing Isaac," Irene replied, taking the bag of clothes.
Zachary flashed a knowing grin then. "Quit the newlywed act and hold back a little. Isaac's hurt, you know."
Irene rolled her eyes at him—how did he jump to that conclusion?
"Shut up!" she snapped.
While Zachary was speechless, she grabbed the door handle and said, "Call us when it's time for dinner."
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