The water shuts off.
The sound fades, leaving only the warmth lingering in the room, steam curling slowly around us.
For a moment, neither of us move.
Then I step out first, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around myself, the cooler air brushing against my damp skin.
He follows a second later, slower, dragging a towel around his waist.
I turn back toward him.
Water still traces down his shoulders, his chest.
My hand lifts, brushing lightly over his chest as I step closer.
“I really loved last night,” I say softly.
“I loved it more,” he says.
Something warm settles in my chest.
His hand comes up, resting at my waist again, pulling me a little closer.
His thumb moves slowly along my side as he looks at me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
“You've told me,” I murmur softly, gigg
