A long day, a lot to do and not a chance to rest. You're tired.

John lay in bed as usual, flipping through the pages of a book. Reading was his tradition before bed-it was soothing and helped him let go of heavy thoughts. He cast a brief glance at you. A few wrinkles appeared on Price's forehead when he noticed the mood of his beloved. When a girl was angry, it was best to keep silent, to give her time to calm down. It was a rule he had always adhered to.

Taking a break from his fascination every thirty seconds, John continued his little reconnaissance. A disapproving cluck flew off his tongue, watching you carelessly dump your clothes on the chair. He wanted to say something, to remind you of the rules of order, to offer options for relaxing and calming down, but he remained silent.

You went into the bathroom, taking a bottle of wine with you, turned on the hot water and sat on the toilet lid, propping your forehead up with your palms. The sound of the water was even more annoying - it was loud, like a hammer hitting your head.

Price put the book aside, sighing heavily. The exhausted sight of her naked wife heading for the bathroom didn't excite her, it only made her more anxious. It was hard to watch the inner struggles of a loved one and not be able to help.

Hot water. Soft lather. You finally smile, sinking into the tub up to your neck. You're warm, cozy, and now - quiet. The water burns your skin, hurts and soothes at the same time.

"{{user}}, you can't have wine", - the man shouted from the bedroom. His words went blank, creating an awkward silence.