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Olive groaned softly. Her body felt stiff and heavy, and... oh my goodness! Thomas's arms were always tightly wrapped around her. It was like Olive was a rolling pin! And then there were his legs pinning her down, restricting Olive's movements. "Babe," she whispered, nudging Thomas's chest lightly, covered only by a t-shirt.

The air here was chilly; they couldn't risk sleeping naked and catching a cold. Especially after their bodies were drenched last night. There was still Monday and the following days they had to face. They couldn't afford to break down just because of the rain, uh... the pouring rain, to be more precise.

“Why?” Thomas asked, his voice muffled. His eyes still refused to open, pulling Olive closer, hugging his wife even tighter than the night before.

“Aren't you gone get up this afternoon?” Olive asked.

“Too lazy.” Thomas briefly kissed his wife's forehead. Then he pulled the blanket over them and snug