Zoey lazily opened her eyes and saw the frosted glass in the bathroom reflecting the hazy silhouette of a man.
She turned over weakly and closed her eyes, feeling tired.
In no time, the sound of water in the bathroom abruptly ceased, and the man, wearing a bathrobe, walked out. He threw the towel for drying his hair onto the bedside table.
Kneeling on the bed, both knees rubbed against Zoey's side.
Looking at the woman with her back turned to him, he lowered his head and kissed the hair she had dried for her. "Are you asleep?"
Zoey did not answer his words.
Russell lay behind her, his hand slipping under the blanket and tracing up her smooth leg.
Zoey held the man's hand and said, "Stop it, I was so tired."
Russell kissed her cheek and said, "It's only a little past ten, and you're
