Author's note
Grab a glass of water because you all are about to get thirsty.
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Resting atop soft sheets and draped with an even cozier blanket, Becca slouched on the bed, immersing herself in the soothing comfort it brought— a comfort she knew she would never get enough of.
Her lips unraveled a smile. Dinner was over minutes ago and with Leo in the bathroom taking a shower, Becca took the opportunity to soak up the softness of the bed she was now sprawled on. It was frankly her favorite thing in the whole house.
Moments later, the bathroom door creaked open, taking Becca's focus with it. Leo emerged into view. His dark curls were sopping wet, dribbling drops of water down tanned hard muscles. Becca eyed a droplet, slightly envying it as it trickled down Leo's inked chest, sinking to his abs until she caught sight of the towel sheathed loosely around his waist.
Somehow, that was the last thing she noticed.
