(Aurora's POV)
His lips found my earlobe, then my cheek, and then there was no more talking. I reached back instinctively and grabbed his forearm, which did absolutely nothing except give him something to be amused about.
I managed to get out, "I haven't showered yet."
"I'll help you with that," he said, low and unhurried.
Before I could respond, I was off the ground. The sound I made got swallowed before it finished forming.
The bathroom filled with steam. Hot water, white fog on the glass, the whole world reduced to heat and the sound of water. I tilted my head back and stopped trying to find something to hold onto.
I don't remember much after that. Only that I was crying at the end, and that he kissed the tears from the corner of my eye and said, very quietly, that it was still ea
