I couldn’t help but laugh at Janus’s behavior as he cleaned up the table we had broken just moments ago. I was peacefully cooking our dinner when he made another move, and being the flirt that I am, I gave in again. He took me to the table. The same table where his brother had also roughly claimed me. He hammered away at me right there, and it broke because of our shared passion. We both laughed at first, but his joy and teasing quickly vanished. While we were in the bathroom washing up, he remembered that the table had belonged to his grandmother. It’s a wonder we aren't being haunted here, given all the naughty things we’ve been doing, and now we’ve even broken their grandmother's furniture. Now, he’s agonizing over it because it looks like the vintage table is beyond repair.
“Damn! Jor
