She held out Helios, upsidedown and licking a paw, wrapped in a towel, to him. “Can you finish drying this furry stinker?” The other towel still hung, innocently dry, by the bathtub. Water dripped down her shoulders.
“Sure love no prob-” Victor stopped short as he took her in, the water droplets sliding down her perfect skin caused his eyes to dilate a bit. He swallowed, “Dear, these tickets…are expensive…and I’d like for us to get there because I think you’ll enjoy it but I’m afraid we won’t make it if you make use of the towel Summer.”
She looked up at the tone of his voice, and lifted her eyebrows. “If I do make use of it, or if I don’t?”
Victor shook his head as if snapping out of a trance. “See, I can’t speak correctly with you standing there looking sexy like that dear.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “I meant if you don’t make use of your towel Summer.”
As he dried Helios’ fur he petted him, trying to make him purr.
Biting back a smile, she jerked the towel off the rack and wrapped it around herself. She’d tease him about it later. While she dried off and went back out into the bedroom to put on underthings, Helios studied Victor with grave blue eyes before deigning to purr like a motorcycle.