Shy

Scooping her into his arms, he walked out of the study room.

When Rachael kept her face buried in his neck, he chuckled, "Are you shy now?" 

When she looked at him, he faintly brushed their lips together. "No point being shy now, we have already done it." 

"I am not shy—" she pouted her lips. 

"You are not? Then why is your face all red?" 

"It's because we just—" She stopped midway and frowned at him. "It's your fault." 

Her red face was the result of a heated intimate session they just had in the study room. 

Andrew smiled and gave her peck on her lips as he entered the bedroom.

…..

[Bedroom] 

As soon as they entered the room, he sat on the edge of the bed while Rachael cradled in his lap. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I was so worried when I couldn't contact you." She slapped his chest. "Don't ever do that again."