Brave Things
The Part 22 Hormone

I've taken a shower, I've finished preparing soup and side dishes for Jimin to have dinner, just waiting for his return.

In the past, before becoming pregnant, I usually also prepare a hot tub for Jimin to soak. In fact, sometimes, I was also forced to take a bath with him even though I had a bath.

Of course, it's not just a soak.

But since I was pregnant, Jimin prevented me from having too many back and forth in the bathroom. Afraid I slipped, he said. He said he would use the shower for a while. Until I gave birth to her.

I miss that too, miss rubbing soap on each other. It feels romantic and very tightening our relationship because I often laugh amusedly made.

Not long after I sat waiting for him in the living room, Jimin's figure appeared behind the door.

I stood up from the sofa to welcome his presence.

"You're styling your hair." It was the first thing he caught when he saw me.

"Ah, yes. I blow-dry a little." I twist my hair awkwardly.

"Would you take a shower or eat first?" I asked while following his steps into the room.

"Just take a shower, I'm still a little full."

Jimin continued walking without looking at me, passing by until he entered the bathroom.

Though I was wearing a nightgown that she liked, I remember the last time I wore it she was reluctant to let go of me to wake up.

'Marriage life is not to be guessed.' My mind's moody.

I was silent, lying on the bed waiting for her to take a shower.

My mind went so far that it was startled by the open bathroom door, letting out the remaining hot steam Jimin took a shower.

The air must be very warm in there, the face is red.

My fingers were cold, nervous when Jimin came out with wet hair, a towel to cover his lower body, and a fresh face like a man had taken a shower.

If in an animated film, maybe my character is now out so fascinated with my current backup.

"You why?" Ask Jimin cuek, immediately grabbed the hairdryer stored in the desk drawer.

"N-not why."

There's no way I'm telling him that I'm at my highest passion right now.

Where do my gang want to put it?!

I was still watching him dry his hair carelessly, just so dry.

"J-jim..."

"...huh? You calling me?" He turned off the hairdryer so that the engine wouldn't muffle my voice.

"Want me to help? Drying your hair.." I asked to ventured.

"No need, it's almost dry."

Shocked myself when I heard my tone which clearly showed disappointment.

Yes, slimming. Somewhat sad because my efforts still do not produce results, when I really want to help him dry his hair, no more.

Just being close to him was enough to treat my longing.

No need to get fucked.

Being too preoccupied with my own thoughts, I didn't realize that Jimin had finished drying my hair and was walking over to me.

His hand raised my chin to look at him, "You want to?"

I shut up for a moment, processing the question.

"E-eh, that. anu..."

"You want to, huh?" He asked once again, not too frontal but enough to make my cheeks meet with embarrassment.

Finally, I decided to be honest and nodded in agreement with the question. I asked my husband, I thought.

Jimin did not laugh, nor did he grin as he usually does when teasing me. His expression was quite serious for the person who was offering to wrestle hot in bed.

"But if you're busy, that's okay. I-I can hold it." My voice is getting slower, like my squeaking is getting smaller. Not daring to speak out when intimidated with a cold look Jimin.

"You can hold it?"

Jimin looked at me obliquely, like analyzing my sincerity.

Although with a heavy heart, I still try to understand the situation. Maybe he really doesn't want to do that.

"Yes, I can." Reply steady.

His fingers began to move, from what had been on my chin now tracing my cheeks, then stopped to elute the neck behind my ears.

"It's hard to hold it." Seriously, his eyes still looked at me deeply.

"I don't want to force you to do it, because I think you're going to worry about your contents." His words made me instantly understand what was going on.

"But if you've asked like this, I'd be happy to give you a wonderful night."

It turned out that all this time, she had been avoiding me for not wanting to be provoked by her passion to fuck me.

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