“Sorry, sorry, I just — I cry when I’m happy sometimes — ” She pulled away to rub at her eyes, wiping the tears away. A few sharp breaths, and she gave him a tremulous smile. Reaching out to take his hand, she tugged a little. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up … we can both fit in the shower.”
“That’s a good thing, I think,” he stated and kissed her on the lips, brushing his thumb under her eyes to swipe away the tears. Nodding then and taking her hand, he stood up and stretched, before laughing shyly. “Yeah? I’d like that.”
She had to look away from his stretch, from the way the muscles moved under his skin and the sheer glorious nudity of him, and tugged him into the bathroom. The chief fixture of the bathroom was a large garden tub, with everything else clearly squeezed in around it. She gave him a little push toward it and twined her hair on top of her head. She started giggling to herself as she pinned her hair up, finally saying, brightly, “Paperwork.”
