"Philip, wait." Barbara pressed her husband's chest with a panicked expression. "Please don't rush. We moved a lot earlier. My body is sticky. We have to shower first."

Philip's eyebrows pressed against his forehead. "You want us to do it in the bathroom?"

He turned towards a door. Barbara pressed his chest again, followed by a light clap.

"That’s not what I mean." Barbara looked at Philip shyly. "I still have to remove my makeup. You can take a shower first. After that—"

"We do it?" ...