Standing under the stream of water, he slid her down his front and to her feet. The water was the perfect temperature, and she leaned her head back, the water gliding down her back and shoulders. Draco stepped away and his belt buckle rustled and she heard it snap through the loops. She opened her eyes and watched him undo the buttons of his shirt and pull the soaked fabric from his body. The muscles of his arms were well defined and they stretched and pulled with his movement. He bent at the waist and deposited his pants and shorts on the tile, kicking them to the side.