Laura Lowell let him dry her hands. Her clear eyes were filled with an undeniable sweetness. "It's warm water, it's fine."
"Still, no. You can just stand by and watch."
Aiden Shaw dotingly nuzzled Laura Lowell's hair, then rolled up his shirt sleeves, bent over, and started washing the fruit.
"Let me cut them."
Laura Lowell took the fruit Aiden Shaw had washed, cut it into small pieces with a fruit knife, and arranged them on a platter.
Leo Lowell watched their backs as they stood side-by-side. The natural intimacy between them, that deep, affectionate sweetness, made his heart feel so heavy he could barely breathe.
He was about to step out for some fresh air, but just as he turned to leave, he heard Laura Lowell hiss.
"What's wrong?"
Leo Lowell spun around. Before his anxious question had even faded, he saw Aiden Shaw putting the pad of Laura Lowell's index finger into his mouth.
"Does it hurt? Why were you so careless?"
