Quenching Thirst 

The bed, the bathtub, and the couch, they all had been used by Anne and Jack to make love. As Jack had said before, he didn't want to let Anne go for a second. Every time Anne stepped on the floor, Jack's big hand grabbed her. He hugged her back tightly and forced her back onto the bed, lying beside her.

"It's four in the afternoon, Jack. Aren't you tired of being in your room all the time?"

Jack, who was burying his face in the crook of Anne's neck, shook his head slowly without opening his mouth.

"Christian, I wonder what he's up to right now. I'm sure he must be looking for me, Jack." Anne again tries to find an excuse to get Jack to let her go.

Annoyed, Jack lifted his face and looked at Anne with a sad look. "Christian is with Erick and Nicholas and his new Nanny right now, so there's no way he'll be looking for you."

"But Jack..."