He hears the shower turn off, he gets off the couch and walks to the bathroom, he wore his signature jeans and leather boots.

He opens the door, and there she was, his perfect girl, in nothing but a towel, her wet hair clinging onto her pretty face.

“damn gorgeous, so beautiful” He leans against the door frame

He looks at her body, which he sees as a temple the one he uses to worship none other…than her.

“gimme a kiss...” He chuckles “it’s not a question little dove.”