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.”
Grinning as she eyed his torso and then glanced away, he vowed to tease her more often now that he knew she liked to look. Allowing her to tug him to the bathroom, his eyes widened in awe as he gazed around her, jaw dropping as he wrapped his arms around her. “Do you have bubbles?”
Ducking away from him so she didn’t crack him in the jaw with her elbows trying to put her hair up, she answered, “Yes, but not for a shower! You can bathe me some other time, I promise.” She glanced up, admiring the line of his jaw. “I can’t keep you here all night,” she pouted, and turned the water on, dragging the curtain across.