"Done, here baby. Let's get you out."He lets out a long, tired breath
I pull myself away from him, struggling to my feet as I utterly feel shattered. Then I pull my hand out to him and he accepts it willingly. After that I notice the remnants of some bubble still on his chest so I dip and pick up the water, pouring it on his body.
He watches me as I work up a lather in my hands and place my palms against his chest, his gaze fixed on my hands while they work over him, his light dusting of hair stuck to the solid muscle beneath.
When I'm done, I lean in to drop a chaste kiss on the centre of his chest. I look up at him and find his eyes are squeezed shut, his face turned up towards the ceiling. I reach up and kiss his throat to get his attention, but a few seconds pass before he brings his face down to mine.
I smile at him, and he offers a little one in return. It's not convincing, and it has me wondering what's causing his anguish.
