Theodore directed to his office when they got back in the mansion.
Lydia nervous yet anticipatory she had promised to warm her husband up but she barely had an understanding of what that is, she knew it will be something intimate and engaging, she could hide somewhere he wouldn't find her but that doesn't speak well of her, as a wife.
She was so on edge that she forgot to freshen up for the night until Theodore stepped into the bedroom when she sat gingerly facing the mirror, her orbs widened and she stood up.
"Theodore" she breathed, her complexion almost pale.
"Warm me up Gooseberry" he growled.
She looked sideways, anywhere but him "But…" she trailed off "How do I do that?" she whispered, her palm sweaty.
"Come let me" he bellowed.
She remained in the same position her nerves spiked.
He moved towards her predatory intent, her ample chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm as he drew nearer, and without intending Lydia started to take measured steps backwards.
