After the long bout of passion, Lucas Griffin carried Amanda Jenkins out of the bathroom.
Amanda's cheeks were flushed with a rosy tint, sweetly nestling in his embrace.
No matter the arguments and contradictions, there wouldn't be true hatred between husband and wife.
She was no longer the stubborn and extreme girl she used to be; as a wife, she had learned to be tolerant and understanding.
Suddenly thinking of something, Amanda's afterglow blurred eyes suddenly lit up, and she anxiously patted Lucas's arm, "Lucas, put me down quickly!"
Lucas set her down, confused, and watched her scurry to the wall and stand facing it.
He chuckled, "I've already forgiven you, you don't have to stand facing the wall as punishment."
"That's not it!" Amanda crouched down, supporting herself on the ground with her hands, "It's me who should be forgiving you, actually. But never mind that, come over and help me."
"What are you doing?"