"Um...aren't you going to remove your hands?"
"Hm, they're kinda...on a 'very' comfortable place."
"Husband, I would let you fondle me later, but now is not the time and place." Lillie calmly said. "There are other people, if you fail to notice."
"They aren't near us." A devilish smirk etched the corner of his lips as he pulled the two of them out the pond. "You aren't getting all flustered as you would normally be this time. Why is that?"
Lillie wrung her soaked clothes. "It's called immunity, dear husband." She nonchalantly explained, neglecting the fact that he couldn't see the red spreading through her cheeks because of the fake skin.
Ethan hummed, clearly not convinced as the mischievous smirk turned into a full grin. "Immune to my charms? Hoho, dear wife, I won't let that happen."
He pressed his body on Lillie's back. The cold water seeped through her skin and his warm breath blew her exposed neck.