KISAREL.
"I almost thought you were trying to wash your sins away," I teased the moment he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Jesus, babe." He stopped dead, genuinely startled, one hand going to the towel at his waist. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to almost doze off waiting for you," I replied, my heart already racing.
He crossed to me immediately and kissed me, before pulling back and looking at me with that easy smile of his. "You could have joined me or something."
He crossed to the vanity and reached for his brush, the surprise already settling into something more comfortable. More like himself.
"Yeah. But no, thanks," I replied.
We were quiet for a while. I watched him apply his favorite night cologne, with my hands folded in my lap, and waited.
He came and sat besid
