Wet Dream

Ash and Camila were woken up by thunder echoing outside. They rushed to close the door and the windows, and they sat back on the sofa while staring at each other. The living room was now dimly lit, giving it a warm effect. Camila's stomach rumbled louder, reminding her that she had skipped her lunch. That was when she remembered the fish she had come back with. Jumping into it, she picked it up from the floor and then excitedly turned to face Ash, who was looking at her differently. "We can wash it, right?" She asked. Ash had always forbidden her from eating food that had fallen to the ground. Although she would do it secretly, he always found out and got angry with her. So when Ash nodded, agreeing that she should wash and then cook it, she thought that maybe the accident had left a big difference in him.

"Mila," he called, and pulling her back to him, he suggested, "why don't you go and get dressed up? I'll cook." When Camila looked at him with confusion, he said, "I don't have any