Zain POV
He jumps slightly when I slip in behind him through the steam, then smirks as he recognizes me. “Well, well. You’re either here to give me a reason to stay in longer or to finally pay your emotional cookie debt.”
I grin, stepping under the water beside him. “Both. I’m here to give you the attention you deserve.”
“And the pleasure I was so rudely denied,” he adds, wrapping his arms lazily around my waist.
Leaning in, I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “You make it sound like I left you on read.”
“You did,” he says, mock-wounded. “I sat through live gay-boy-f***s-girl p*rn, whispered support like a good boyfriend, then got tossed aside like an empty snack wrapper.”
“You’re a very dramatic man.”
“I’m a neglected one.”
“Not for long,” I mutter, hands already trailing down
