Brandan held her close and gave her a murky kiss, "Let's not go... let's continue."
Iris Harris rolled her eyes, pushed his face away, wrapped herself in the quilt, and said to Brandan, "Go take a shower!"
The man glanced at her a few times, seeing her guarded expression, chuckled softly, and patted her on the head, "Yes, yes, my dear wife. I'll go shower now, then work hard to earn money for the family."
*
Iris Harris slept for two hours, enough rest, before waking up.
The sheets had been changed to new ones, the wrinkled sheet had been thrown into the trash can, and Iris Harris frowned, thinking Brandan was too casual. They weren't at home; how could he just throw hotel sheets in the trash?
She glanced at the time, it was already past one in the afternoon. Iris Harris propped herself up from the bed, picked up Brandan's clothes from the bedside, and put them on.
