Delphine was just afraid he would catch a cold with his wet hair, so she helped him dry it. Who would've thought, that the man suddenly kissed her, leaving them both breathless in the end.
The blind man moved gently, and Delphine, holding onto the last shred of sanity, rasped, "Ignatius, you have a check-up tomorrow."
The man's tall body shook, and he replied dangerously, "A check-up is just a check-up; what do you think I want to do? Baby, are you inviting me?"
Delphine was so embarrassed by his affectionate address that she couldn't open her eyes, but fortunately, he couldn't see her. She pushed him away vigorously.
"Then you can dry your hair yourself." She spat out and looked around for the towel, only to find it had fallen to the ground.
She climbed off the bed, picked up the towel, tossed it at him, and then ran to the balcony to cool down.
