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?”