Zenith returns, the small towel draped over her arm, and when she sees him she fights the urge to blush. She’d expected him to take his shirt off, maybe take his pants off, but she clears her throat softly and folds his clothes neatly and sets them aside. “Go ahead and get comfortable.” She motions to the bed.
Carra lets herself fall, coming down with a hard knee to his face.
Carra lets herself fall, coming down with a hard knee to his face.