81. The dreamcatcher race

[Diana’s POV]

“Look who is up?” Zephyr said, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with water dripping from his wet fingers dangling on his forehead, almost cloaking his eyes.

He was wearing black pants and had nothing on top. I sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, staring at my sexy husband with a smile.

I rubbed my back.

“Sore?” Zephyr asked, walking round the bed. The canopy and curtains were already set aside properly, the bedsheets were changed, and I was in a dark green silk gown, my hair damp.

He kissed my forehead.

“You cleaned me up?” I asked.

“I messed you up, so it’s my responsibility to clean you up as well. Don’t worry, I know vagina is self cleansing, so I didn’t use soap, just normal water. Don’t want to disturb my wife’s pH…”

“What the heck!” I laughed.

“And I love when you wear green, so there you are in a comfy green dressing gown. Anything else you want me to keep in mind when I clean you up? Because I am sure I will be cleaning up my