Responsible 

The sound of gasping for breath could be heard from inside the room. Both of their bodies were sweaty, but they didn't mind touching each other.

They were still on Aiden's desk, while the scattered papers on the floor made it look like a storm had just passed through the room.

Aiden was still half on top of Anya's body, feeling the warmth that only he could get from his little wife.

Meanwhile, Anya's gaze looked dreamy from underneath him. She fell limply on Aiden's hard table, still immersed in the satisfaction Aiden gave her. The sensation made her eyes feel heavy and wanted to shut it right away.

Aiden was reluctant to separate from Anya, but he still lifted her body in the end. He used his arms so as not to injure Anya. He looked at his wife's face which was still dreamy as if she was in cloud nine.

His lips smiled faintly as he gently kissed Anya's lips.