“Well /mine/ certainly won’t! Not if you want to lie down in it, anyway.” She found the stopper and started filling the tub, then perched on the edge and eyed him up and down slowly. It was a shame he didn’t realise how glorious he was nude, all long muscles and height and those merry eyes and curls. “You seem so much happier now,” she mused softly.
“You can lie on top of me, I don’t mind,” he offered up with a playful little smirk, before his eyes widened further at her scrutiny, cheeks staining scarlet as he fought the urge to cover himself up. “What are you looking at?” he murmured nervously, before he smiled and reached out for her hand. “I guess that’s what love does to you, huh?”
Her answering smile was quiet and gentle. “I guess so.” She tugged him in close by the hand and climbed up on the wide edge of the tub to be at his height. “I like that you’re easier in yourself now. Not so tied up. Not so much pain.”