With a slight shiver, she pressed away from the wall, walking unsteadily towards him and smiling when he stepped aside to let her stand beneath the water. While she cleaned herself off, he stepped out, towelling off before wrapping his towel around his hips. When she stepped out after him, he handed her another towel and a robe. She smiled gratefully and dried off, surprised when he leaned closer. Her breath hitched. Would he kiss her again? Oh, she hoped so... but his lips brushed past her cheek to her ear and she felt the tickle of his breath against her skin as he whispered, "You’ve done well, my perfect slut."