He was hunched over his laptop, frustration etched on his face as he wrestled with the demands of his work. But then, as if summoned by a spell, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but his white cotton shirt. The shirt clung to her damp form, the fabric hugging every curve and accentuating her radiant, milk-white skin, which glowed with the soft sheen of a fresh shower. Her tousled hair framed her face like a halo, turning his irritation into awe, and the sight of her effortlessly beautiful presence made his heart skip a beat, reminding him of what truly mattered.

"Kitten..." He muttered