Separation anxiety
[Bedroom]
After discussing a few more things with Owen, Andrew came back to the bedroom.
When he entered the room, Rachael had already taken a shower. She was standing in front of the mirror, patting her wet hair dry.
He smiled and quickly approached her.
"Did Owen leave?" Rachael inquired.
"Hmm, he left just now."
When he hugged her from behind, she stopped him and stepped away. "My hair is still wet."
"Do you think a couple of tiny drops of water can stop me from hugging my wife?"
When he tried to hug her again, she placed her hand on his chest to stop him. "Go take a shower first, it's already late. I'll go make dinner." She knew they had some unfinished business but they had a guest at home, they couldn't be late.
"Wait—" Andrew took the towel from her hand. "Dry your hair properly first." He then made her sit on the edge of bed and started carefully patting her hair dry.