After she fed me and herself the crackers and cheese, we both took our baths. Steam still lingered faintly in the air, curling out from the cracked bathroom door as I pulled on a clean pair of boxers. The towel around my shoulders stuck to droplets that hadn't quite dried, and I was halfway to sliding a T-shirt over my head when I froze.
Because Val was staring.
Not casual staring, not the distracted kind. No, this was full-on, finger-to-her-lips, eyes half-lidded, like she was deciding if she should whistle or pounce.
I blinked. "…What?"
She tilted her head, finger resting lightly against her bottom lip, tongue peeking against it in the most distracting way imaginable. "Nothing. Just… admiring my sexy husband."
I nearly choked on air. "Ha ha. Very funny."
Her eyes narrowed like she was sizing me up. "Who said I was joking?"
"Please," I muttered, dragging the shirt the rest of the way down. "You're just trying to mess with me."
