~Leon's POV~
"Leon! Put me down, I can walk!"
"No, you can't," I murmured, ignoring his half-hearted protest as I carried him into the bathroom.
I set him down gently on the closed lid of the toilet while I ran the water. Once the steam began to fill the room, I undressed the only fabric on him with careful hands and helped him into the spray.
I stayed in there with him, washing his hair and soaping his body with a tenderness that seemed to daze him. I took my time, making sure I cleaned every inch of him, my fingers lingering on the marks I had left on his skin the night before.
After we stepped back into the bedroom, I dried him off and blow-dried his hair until it was soft and fluffy, then took out a set of silk loungewear from his wardrobe, something loose and comfortable for the house.
"I can't wear this to work, Leon," he said, looking at the oversized shirt.
