Jude teleported back home, took the cold beer he had prepared in advance, and gave it to her. She took the beer in the bathtub and wiped the corner of her eye with her index finger.
"I'm not someone who cries often, but tears are coming out."
"Drink it all, all of it..."
"It's good..."
That was the end of her words before she drifted out of consciousness. It seemed all her tension had washed away as soon as she got home, and her body had decided to rest. Of course, the alcohol helped.
Jude pulled her out of the bathtub, wrapped her in a towel, and laid her on her mattress. It was hot, but he still had to cover her with a blanket.
"..."
As Jude looked down at her body, wrapped only in a thin blanket, desire rose inside him. No matter what anyone said, Ilaria was pretty and had a really nice body. But since he had work to do right now, he had to push the rising desire back down.
