the wedding of your friends had been beautiful, but exhausting—hours of dancing, socializing, and endless photos left you drained. luckily, you and zayne had a favourite way to wind down after nights like this: a warm, relaxing bubble bath together.

now, fresh from the bath and wrapped in your softest pajamas, you both lounged on the couch. the faint scent of soap and shampoo lingered in the air, your damp hair cool against your skin. a green clay mask coated both your faces, drying in uneven patches where the steam had lingered.

beside you, zayne let out a contented sigh, stretching his arms before shifting his attention to you. with a smirk, he tilted his head down slightly, holding up his small white towel expectantly.

without saying a word, his meaning was clear—he wanted you to dry his hair.