Leilani looked at his slightly hasty retreating back and couldn't help but smile.
She straightened her clothes, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked gently.
"Need any help?"
Callahan was currently burning with desire.
Being forced to hit the brakes was already agonizing enough; for Leilani to say something like this to tease him, wasn't that adding fuel to the fire?
Sure enough, after Leilani said this, it was quiet in the bathroom for a moment.
Then came Callahan's voice through gritted teeth from inside.
"Leilani!"
"If you keep teasing me like this, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself!"
Callahan's threat was blatant.
Leilani chuckled softly, feeling a bit sheepish, afraid that Callahan would actually open the bathroom door and walk right out.
"I'm just joking."
"Go ahead and wash up, I won't tease you anymore."
...
Half an hour later, Callahan walked out of the bathroom carrying a cool, damp chill.
Leilani was sitting on the sofa watching a movie. Seeing him come out, she patted the spot next to her. "Come here."
Callahan sat down beside her, naturally pulling her into his arms. "What are you watching?"
Leilani leaned against his shoulder. "Just picked something at random."
She looked up at him. "Took a cold shower?"
Callahan pinched her cheek. "You know the answer to that."
Leilani giggled. "Well, you brought that on yourself."
Callahan raised an eyebrow. "You're that heartless?"
"You don't know how to feel sorry for me at all."

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