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After resolving the misunderstanding.
The water in the bathtub sloshed all night long.
One hoarse “honey” after another overlapped with moments from my memory.
My last memory was of the sky breaking dawn, and then Adrian pouncing over again, tirelessly biting my collarbone.
We didn’t fall asleep until it was almost daylight.
But early in the morning, I needed to use the bathroom again.
I pried Adrian’s hands off and struggled to sit up in bed.
But immediately realized something was wrong, very wrong, extremely wrong.
I looked down, sucked in a cold breath of anger, and directly turned back to slap the person behind me.
Adrian was slapped awake, but didn’t feel any pain. He shamelessly snuggled up again, his warm breath blowing on the back of my neck.
Tsk.
Who says this old man is old?
This old man is too amazing.
(Main story ends)
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Epilogue: Adrian’s self-awareness and responsibility as an older husband.
