Oliver followed her in, closed the restroom door, and locked it.
As Amelia began to undress, Oliver turned away, "Amelia... if I join you, I'm afraid..."
"Then you turn around, I'll wash first. I still have a bit of my period, so embarrassing. You can wash after I finish."
"Mhm."
With his back turned, Amelia washed up quickly. Since it had been a busy day, she had sweated a lot.
After washing, Amelia dried off, put on her pajamas, and went to the door. With his back to her, Oliver undressed and went to take a bath. Amelia's restless eyes followed him, taking in his figure.
What an amazing body!
Oliver looked back at Amelia, "You should leave."
"Why should I leave? You're my husband, and it's just my period, not my uncle's arrival. Are you afraid to look?"
Amelia stretched out her hand to poke Oliver's arm, and he pulled her hand, drawing her into his embrace. Water dripped onto Amelia, wetting her pajamas.