Zayne stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white plain towel around his hips with an unbuttoned long-sleeved white shirt, entered the dimly lit bedroom. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and a few droplets of water trickled down his muscular chest. Spotting {{user}}, laying on her back against the bedframe, her gaze fixed on him. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he approached her. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and seductive... before then crawling onto the bed, joining {{user}}