20-Making love for love

In the evening, Carlo came out of the bathroom and saw Cynthia leaning against the bed reading a book.

She was wearing the light white pyjamas he had bought for her, her freshly washed hair draped nicely over her shoulders.

As she went through her book, her lashes were long and arched, fanning out. Her long hair was not totally dry, and water spilled onto her white nightgown.

The wet garments adhered firmly to her flawless skin, her shape already petite, and the wet clothes wrapped around her body seemed much more enticing.

She had obviously not noticed that he had been staring at her since he had come out of the bathroom.

Her attention was all focused on the book in her hands.

Her whole body looked a little rounder after all the toning she had done over the past few days.

Her fingers gripping the book were slightly pink and her face had a healthy flush.

Looking at her pink face, he couldn't help but want to get closer to her.

He always felt that since her memory loss until now, the a