Chapter 5i^3
His eyes rested on her a*s.
Ourania was monitoring his readings as always, and she was concerned about him the last few days. He was deviating away from gnosis, distracted and generally off.
Yanni was firmly planted on the couch, only instead of watching some game he was simply staring at the wall most of the time.
“Why don’t you take a hot shower? I’ve turned on the heater a while ago,” she told him and he agreed.
He threw his socks and took off his clothes, leaving them in his wake. Yanni had developed a carefree attitude the last couple of weeks. Ourania picked up after him and put them in the laundry. She never complained of course, so gradually the male sloppiness had turned into something that any woman would forcibly object to.
The only thing she never touched was
