We washed each other slowly, hands gentle now where they had been urgent before. I massaged shampoo into her hair, my fingers working through the dark strands with careful attention. She returned the favor, rising on her toes to reach the top of my head, her expression one of intense concentration that made me smile.
Clean and pleasantly exhausted, we stepped from the shower and dried each other with thick, soft towels. Emma's skin glowed pink from the heat and our activities, her eyes bright with lingering satisfaction. I couldn't resist stealing another kiss as I wrapped a towel around her hair, tucking the end to secure it.
"What would you like to do today?" I asked as we moved back into the bedroom. "We have no official duties until tomorrow's luncheon."
Emma considered, slipping in
