Ryan carried her out of the shower like she really might collapse if he let go.
Water still dripped from her hair onto his shoulder, cool now against his skin, and Sophie's legs stayed locked around his waist, arms loose around his neck.
The towel he'd grabbed barely covered her ass as he walked them to the bedroom. The steam followed them for a few steps, curling into the cooler air like it didn't want to let the moment go.
He laid her down on the bed, right in the middle of the unmade sheets. The towel fell open on its own.
Sophie looked up at him, eyes still glassy from the shower, chest rising and falling fast.
Her skin was flushed pink from the hot water, hair blonde and wet, sticking to her collarbones and the tops of her tits. She looked soft and wrecked and so fucking beautiful it made something tighten in his chest.
