"It smells good." He mumbled against my shoulder.

"Thank you." I smiled happily, running my fingers through his damp, dirty blond hair.

He hummed and pressed his nose against my skin, breathing in my perfume. And I sighed in contentment as I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my lips against his bare chest as his hands wandered down my sides and rested against my hips. And I closed my eyes, listening to him inhale and exhale deeply, and for a moment I felt completely relaxed and happy.

Like he was the only man in the world who could ever make me feel like this. And I wished that this...