“See something good?” he teased when he walked back into the room in all his naked glory.
He was even more ripped than he’d been years ago. Like photoshopped ripped.
She ignored him, ducking into the bathroom to clean up.
When she returned to the bedroom, he’d pulled down the comforter and slipped under the sheets. He held one corner up. “No clothes allowed in bed.”
She grinned. “Works for me,” she said, sliding under the cool sheet and pressing her cheek to his chest, her leg draped over his thigh.
“Get some rest, because we have a lot of time to make up for,” he murmured against her hair. She sighed.
Yes. They. Did.