Amelia offered Nick a weak smile, trying to brush it off. She turned off the shower. "I'm not sad, just tired," she said with a soft fake chuckle. "But hey, thanks for the warm welcome home. I will clean up now." She felt Nick's semen slowly trickling out from her still sensitive slit and turned the shower back on to rinse it away.
Unbeknownst to Amelia, what she was doing was incredibly tempting to Nick. He reached out his hand. "Let me help."
"I can do it myself."
"Why?" Nick chuckled, that easy, familiar sound that usually put her at ease. "I could help clean you up," he insisted with a grin that told her he had something more than cleaning in mind.
"No!" Amelia cut him off fast. She knew where that was going. "I'm really tired, and you 'helping clean up' is only gonna make me more tired."
Nick snickered. "I'm not gonna apologize for that, but I swear, this time, I'll *just* clean up."