Love...don't worry. Only one round

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Zane hugged her tightly, repeating the words, his voice rich with elation and his eyes twinkling.

Cyra held him and smiled, happy from seeing the joy on his face, it was worth it. But as his body rubbed against hers, her eyes darkened.

“Love, hold still, or you won’t be able to learn tomorrow,” she whispered in a warning, sultry tone.

Zane, too excited to catch her meaning, continued squirming against her, lost in thought of tomorrow. He froze, however, when Cyra’s hands trailed around his waist, going lower.

Swallowing hard, he tried to untangle himself, but it was already too late.

“Ah…no! I need to learn tomorrow!” Zane shouted as Cyra swept him off his feet and carried him upstairs.

He struggled, but he didn't know he was making the situation worse.

“Love…don’t worry. Only one round.” Cyra said in a persuading tone; Zane didn’t believe for a second. The last time she’d said that he’d been unable to get out of bed for days.