"I'll sleep on the sofa..." Walter Schmidt grabbed a blanket and pillow, ready to leave when Emma Benson hugged his arm.
She frowned and asked, "Did I ruin the mood for you? Sorry..."
"Silly girl." He pinched her nose and said softly, "You can make it up to me after the treatment, okay?"
"Then why are you still sleeping on the sofa?" Emma held onto his arm, unwilling to let go.
He laughed helplessly and kissed the corner of her mouth, "If I don't go to the sofa, what if I lose control in the middle of the night?"
With that, Emma was amused and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Walter squinted, warning her, "If you keep this up, I can't guarantee what I might do!"
Upon hearing this, Emma quickly let go and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. By the time she came out, he was already lying on the sofa, seemingly deep asleep and motionless.
