She placed her small hands into his without hesitation, allowing him to help her step out carefully onto the dry floor. As soon as her feet touched the mat, he swept her up into his arms effortlessly, carrying her towards the long vanity counter.
He set her down gently on the plush stool before reaching for a thick, warm towel. Kneeling slightly in front of her, he began patting her damp legs dry with slow, thorough motions, the towel brushing softly against her flushed skin.
Her cheeks warmed further as his large hands moved up to her thighs, drying every inch with quiet care before sliding up to wrap the towel around her delicate shoulders.
She watched him silently, her heart aching with a quiet, overwhelming affection as he stood and pulled another towel around his own hips, droplets sliding down his sculpted chest.
