When they were both dried up, Scott began to carry her again in a bridal way and walked out of the shower room. He went straight to their bed and laid her there gently as if she was the most precious thing on earth.
She stared into his perfect features while he was carrying her. She nimbled the inside of her lower lip as she stared into his moving jaw which he seemed to be flexing unconsciously.
Her gaze traveled upwards to his curl lashes and then to his luscious pinkish lips…her eyes stayed there for a while until she felt her body touched the soft sheets of their bed.
"Aren't you done, checking my face, love?" He smirked, teasing her. He grabbed the blanket and covered it to Rayzel's naked body.
As if in one snap, she was back to her right senses…She cleared her throat and looked away. "I'm n-not…e-excuse me!" She uttered.
