She spoke with the toothbrush in her mouth, her words somewhat muffled.
Owen Moreland loosened his tie a bit, "It's a bit tight."
Amelia Clarke paused brushing her teeth, and suddenly remembered the first time Owen Moreland whispered in her ear, "It's a bit tight, relax."
Thinking of the blush-inducing image, Amelia bit her lower lip and glanced downward, she blinked and asked softly, "Didn't you like it very much?"
As soon as she spoke, she herself was startled for a moment, then turned and quickly walked out of the walk-in closet.
Owen's action of loosening his tie paused too, watching her disheveled back, his eyes were deep, yet his mouth curved into a smile.
Standing in front of the washstand, Amelia covered her thumping chest, her cheeks visibly red in the mirror.
Perhaps because of their growing intimacy, the scope of their conversations had widened.
She wondered what Owen would think of her.
