Not being intimate with Theodore for many days in a row was killing Emily. She had grown used to his scorching touches and sweet possession, and she would rather die a thousand times than have to endure this for one more day.
And thus when evening came, on the third day since Shirly decided to be a meddlesome healer, Emily put on her most alluring night gown. It was a classy and - no doubt - priceless piece of lingerie she had never gotten around putting on before, because Theodore had never needed much encouragement to make her reach the clouds.
He was under the shower, and she had half a mind to join him there but thought better of it. She therefore decided to wait for him in their master bedroom instead - yes, theirs. Despite not having recovered his memories, he didn’t deny her the
