Alexis slipped into another shirt in the bedroom.

Leonel trailed in after her. She didn't bother to look back.

"I'm changing. Do you have to play the spectator?"

But she miscalculated his shamelessness.

Leonel embraced her gently from behind, assisting in buttoning up her shirt and, of course, taking a few liberties. Eventually, his face found refuge in the crook of her neck.