Daphne finally pulled back, breaking the kiss with a soft sigh. She kept her arms loosely looped around his neck as she caught her breath.
The smirk that found her lips was different from her usual ones. Softer. Less calculated.
"We should make a habit of this," she murmured. Her voice had that unhurried quality it only got after she'd thoroughly exhausted herself.
"No objections from me," Zaeryn responded. Spend more time with her? Hell yeah. He didn't even have to think about it.
He pressed a light kiss to her wet temple, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist.
She let out a quiet, contented breath, planting a kiss on his chest as the hot water beat down on them, washing away the sweat and the mess. They stood there for a long moment, just enjoying the heavy, comfortable silence.
Eventually, Daphne pulled back just enough to reach for the bottle of soap sitting on the slate shelf.
