AYLETH
Etan stared down at her, his eyes dark and intense, but his lips curled into a small smile. His chin and jaw were dark, shadowed, beginning to bristle since he hadn't shaved for two days, and the shadows made his green eyes look even brighter.
"Hold on," he said, his voice low, his chest vibrating against hers. Ayleth locked her arms around his neck and pressed into him, loving the shocking difference of the heat where their skins met against the chill of the water pulling against her everywhere else.
He'd sagged into the water, sitting, his weight still on his feet, but mostly buoyed by the water. She sat in his lap, her legs around his waist, the water reaching almost to her shoulders, but only to his ribs.
When he was certain she had a solid grip on him, he let go of her and began to lather up the soap.
