Arnold's POV
We all went to our rooms to take a shower. It's not even a drizzle, but it's a straight downpour. I closed the door of the bathroom, and my wife was staring at me.
"You will also take a bath along with me?" she asked.
I laugh and find her reaction a cute one. "Why? Is this the first time that we bathe together?" I tease, taking a step closer to her. She looks away to hide her embarrassment.
I raised my hand and held her chin. "I love you so much, Lucille," I murmured.
She looks at me, and I take that chance to claim her lips. She tried to push me, but as always, I won against her. She resists but lets me win most of the time, which makes me love her more.
I break the kiss and smile after. "Don't be afraid; I'm just going to brush your back. I won't do anything that will tire us both. That can wait," I utter, winking.
