Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

There I am here

Agam came out of the bathroom using only a towel that he wrapped around his waist. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Paris who was combing her hair turned to the bathroom door.

Paris immediately returned to her original view when she saw Agam wearing only a towel on her waist. Athletic body with a plaid perus makes Paris a little ozeng. Lying if you are not tempted.

Looking at Paris' reddened face, Agam smiled faintly and smirked. He walked up to Paris, who was sitting in the chair that Agam used to study in. A cold hot air suddenly strikes Paris' body. He immediately pinched his original hair and made it fall apart again.

" Why is her hair falling apart? Was it in the comb? " ask Agam while continuing to approach Paris.

" Su-suka likes gu-gue" replied Paris.

It's getting closer. Then he pulled the hair strap that Paris used to pigtail her hair.

" Ohhh... "the Paris protests while looking back where Agam stood.

" The lock is ugly. Your hair is messy. If not in real, tomorrow your hair becomes more tangled and if in the comb hurts. "said Agam.

" Herein comb. "pinta Agam while leaning forward to take the comb in Paris' hands. And it made Agam's naked body very close to Paris's face. Instantly, the scent of musk entered the nose of Paris.

The body of Paris stiffened. He had to hold his breath hoping that Agam would not hear his heart beating. Being this close to her husband, and under these circumstances, was the first time they had been married.

Seeing the reddened face of Paris, made Agam again smile thinly. He then returned to his original position behind Paris. Then he began to comb the long, brownish hair of Paris gently. After the hair felt smooth, Agam put all the hair together into his grasp and tied it with the hair strap that Paris had used earlier. Paris's frozen body was treated as such.

" Where? Good not my work? " asked Agam while pulling Paris' hand and carrying it over Paris' head.

" Lu-sufferably." answered Paris nervously when she found her horse-shridden hair.

" Your favorite hairstyle, right? " ask Agam back with a smile. Almost a year Agam learned to pigtail hair with the style that his wife likes the most. Until Agam belain bought a female head mannequin with long hair for him to practice. And it turns out it wasn't in vain. Now he can pull the hair of the wife very nice and neat.

" It's nicer and tidier than Azkara did, right? " ask Agam back.

" Where did you learn to pull your hair like this? " ask Paris without answering Agam's question.

" I'm used to doing this. You remember, Kyra's hair is also long. I often play with my sister's hair and lock it. " replied Agam who is definitely a lie.

Agam stroked Paris' hair and played on the end of the hair he had pigtailed earlier.

" you... Why don't you wear clothes? Can you wear your shirt in the bathroom? " ask Paris. And whether you realize it or not, this time Paris uses the word you are not elo.

" Oh, sorry. The habit you have. " replied Agam relaxed while walking towards the closet. Then she opened it and started picking out the clothes she was going to wear tonight.

" Habits? Tonight is unusual. People have me here. " grumble Paris.

" Sorry. Because you are used to changing clothes in the room, so forget that you are here again. "said Agam while smiling thinly and wearing his black shirt and press body. Which actually looks more and more se*si according to Paris.

Though tonight Agam deliberately did not change his clothes in the bathroom. Wanted to kill his wife, of course.

" Want to change. You said you said tell the quarry to change clothes??? " agam replied casually while holding back his laughter seeing the wrong face of the wife's behavior.

" Ohh.... But not here too "excited Paris.

" What's the matter? "

" There's me here.. Pe'a.." furious Paris.

" Yes what's the problem if you're here? No problem, right? Your man is my wife. So want me to be naked in front of you also no one forbids. I'm not naked, baby.... I just want to use ****** *****. I'm wearing a shirt. How about if you want to use *********** but still use a gini towel? Difficult right? " sahut Agam is still relaxed.

Paris then rewarded him with a sharp, drawn look. But Agam still relaxed about to take off his towel again.

Pause...

The door was shut very loud.

" Ha.hhh... Ha.... " Agam laughed out loud as he saw Paris running towards the bathroom and closing the door very tightly. Then he took off the towel that had been wrapped around his waist. It turns out that Agam was really intent on judging his wife. Because actually Agam has been using the boxer from inside the bathroom earlier.

In the bathroom, Paris grumbled while taking off her clothes one by one and he threw them carelessly. Then he filled the bathtub with warm water and he poured the aroma of therapy. Paris rolled up her long hair that had been tied by Agam so as not to be exposed to water. After the water in the bathtub was full, Paris immediately put her body into the bathtub and soaked for a while while closing her eyes enjoying the fragrant aroma of therapy.

After half an hour later, Paris completed her soaking activities, she then soaked her body and cleaned herself under a shower without realizing if the clothes she was wearing were wet with water.

Paris turned off the shower, then picked up the towel that was available inside the cupboard that was inside the bathroom. And Paris glared her eyes wide when she saw her clothes lying on the floor soaking wet.

" Oh, my God... What am I wearing tonight? Why am I so careless? Hicks ...My clothes are the only... Wet. "murm Paris while taking her wet clothes.

" Duhh... How's this? " ask Paris in confusion. He walked around in the bathroom. Suddenly his body felt cold. He then took another towel that was still dry, then wrapped it around his body. Paris scutched her as she bit her fingernails and thought.

" Have you slept yet? If he's asleep, I can grab one of his shirts "murm Paris. " Any, I saw it first... "

Slowly Paris opened the bathroom door. Chequek.. Then he bent his head a little out, and one of his hands held a towel that he had tucked the end of it in his chest.

" It looks like he's outside" she said as she did not see Agam in the room. Slowly he came out of the bathroom.

" Why take so long to shower? " suddenly the baritone voice of the man who had been searching for Paris appeared from the balcony of the room.

" Ha?? " Paris was so shocked that he stopped his steps and his body froze.

" Do you also have a habit of changing clothes in the room? And have you also forgotten that tonight you are not alone in the room? " tanya Agam while holding back his laughter saw Paris frozen.

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