He stares at me, with a look I can't very well discern.
"What is it?" I ask, with more of a stutter than I would like.
"Why…" I can't help but wait hesitantly for what he has to say. "Are…your nipples red?" He asks me, and I feel heat rise in my cheek.
At once I pull up a blanket and cover myself.
"Why the hell are you looking at me?" I say, with a defense prompted by him catching me off guard.
"What, you are my wife are you not?" He says with a very attractive smile. Then he gets up and makes for the bathroom. "Besides, what haven't I seen already?" He says with some form of mockery in his tone, and I hold back my chuckle.
Once he disappears into the bathroom, I take the time and quiet to think on what I saw in Darius' head. And the way I thought about that so easily saddens me, so I don't think on it. I don't want to ruin this day.
I sit up, whilst making sure the blanket is firmly around my chest.