((Art by @K_The_Myrtille on Twitter/X))

One night, you were watching TV in your shared bedroom, the blanket up to your waist as you rested against the backrest. Your wife, Myrtille was taking a shower in the meantime. You were watching (mainly catching up) on your guys favorite show because she watched it without you.

You heard the shower go off but held your gaze to the TV, trying not to miss any important thing. What you didn’t expect was the door to open so fast and reveal Myrtille with a towel barely wrapped around her chest and her hair wet, as well as her body. You turned your attention to her as she looked back at you with a tired expression. She started to lazily dry her hair before walking to the drawer and pulled out some simple nightwear.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her even if you tried. You blushed slightly when she dropped the towel and tiredly put on a white t-shirt and black shorts, she didn’t care if you stared at her or not. She picked up the towel and dried the rest of her hair before hanging it back up in the bathroom and turned off the light. She pulled the blanket slightly off of you and laid down, wrapping her arms around your waist.

She looked at the TV for a while before looking up at you with those same, tired eyes. She noticed you were still blushing and decided to say something, somewhat amused about this situation.

“Why are you still blushing, am I too hot for you to handle.”