Nash carried Alicia to the changing room, her eyes half-closed and a blissful smile on her face.
He laid her down on a bench and gave her a moment to gather herself.
"Thank you, Nash," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "It was... amazing."
"Don't mention it," he said, his tone comforting. "Just remember to rest enough, okay?"
Once she was in better shape, she slipped back into her uniform slowly, her movements stiff.
She looked at him once she was dressed, finally having recovered most of her energy, and now she could fully swallow what happened.
Her cheeks were deep pink.
"Don't think I'll just… lose myself like that again," she muttered.
"Next time… I'll really make you beg... so don't you dare ignore me. You won't... leave me out, right?"
Nash smirked, amused by her mix of stubbornness and vulnerability.
"Of course, no. I'm impatient to see you try making me beg. I liked your little opera in the bath."
