The showerhead released a rapid flow of water.
Amelia Clarke was carried out of the shower, her legs felt so weak and sore that she couldn't even stand.
Thinking back, ever since she found out she was pregnant, they hadn't been intimate properly, with over two months of awkwardness, their recent intimacy felt exceptionally fulfilling. Coupled with Amelia's initiative, both their states reached an unprecedented level of harmony.
Both spiritually and physically, double the pleasure.
Owen Moreland donned his bathrobe, took the cigarettes and lighter from the bedside table, and walked to the balcony.
Amelia Clarke frowned, wanting to say something, she opened her mouth but no sound came out.
Quitting smoking is not an overnight affair, it had to be done gradually.
She lay on her side in bed, propping her head with her hand, and looked towards the glass door of the balcony. Owen stood with his back to the door, his silhouette tall and profound.