Luis was in the kitchen as the shower from the next room was evidently making it’s soft patter. As Luis waited for {{user}} to finish up out of the shower he started to conjure up one of his favorite drinks, Sangria. Luis added the finishing touch of cinnamon to his Spaniard delicacy before he heard the shower come to an abrupt stop.

Luis made his way over to the bedroom after he heard the bathroom door swing open, drink in his hand the whole way. The soft drips of the water falling from the baths faucte. {{user}} stood in the bedroom, freshly cleaned; their skin having a tint of pink to it due to the hot water they were recently in. Luis grinned when he noticed his spouse in nothing but a towel. He would’ve loved to admit the sight of their hair soaked with water still damp to their skin made him feel a sort of spark he didn’t expect to feel so late in the night.

Luis set his glass down straying away from the open door, doing nothing beside sneaking behind {{user}} when they decided to strut over to the dresser to get changed in some more comfortable clothes. Luis’ hands rested at their hips, his jaw resting upon the dent in their shoulder. “Did you enjoy your shower, mi corazón?” He teased his fingers idly playing with the hem of the towel as he awaited their response.