Reaching her heart

Self doubts

After finally making it up the stairs, Henry turns on the shower showing her what all the knobs and levers were for, this was much fancier than the one she had at home. There was a knob for the temperature a lever for the different types of spray you could get and even nozzles lined up and down the tiles so you could shut the doors and have a jet wash like the cars get- at least that's what she reckons they look like

"I'll wait outside if you need me" loosening the thin straps of the dress making it easier for her to take off and walks out the door

She opens up the cupboard to find a whole array of different shampoos conditioners body washes and muscle relaxant salts which she guessed that's what was in her bath earlier

She drops her arms letting the material fall around her feet and step into the warm water, using the soft cloth and body wash she manages to wash most places she can reach, but moving her arms up so she could wash her hair caused shooting pain throughout her one shoulder making her grab at it and wince, now she was no acrobat and could see no possible way of washing her hair with just one hand, "damn it" she mutters cursing her luck at having to need help

"Henry........."

He pokes his head around the door straight away
"Yes love?"

"I can't do my hair" pouting a little as she peers her head out the frosted shower door, he gives a sympathetic smile and starts walking toward her with the softest look in his eyes she had ever seen
"Step back under the water" his rough and gentle voice not needing o repeat itself she does so holding her arms across herself which seems silly considering what they had done downstairs

"I won't look if you don't want me to" a slight chuckle escaping from him his smile instantly relaxing her she slowly drops her hands from covering herself and grips onto his strong arms instead, he supports her weight as she tilts her head back just far enough for the water to reach but so she could still gaze at his gorgeous face and his dark eyes which don't roam down any further than her own and a couple of times gazes at her lips.

He steps closer to reach the shampoos from behind her and picks her favourite- vanilla.
He pays careful attention to the front of her head so he doesn't get any soap near her stitches and doesn't rub her delicate skin too hard also
Stepping back out he reaches around the door for a towel and turning off the water wraps the super soft Egyptian cotton material around her...

"There you go princess"
he leads me back to the bedroom

Stopping at the bed where she dropped her previously picked clothing she turns to his direction

"I've got your clothes wet" looking at him realising it was her fault as he stood in the shower with her whilst fully clothed, she hungrily look down his body, as his white t shirt is now clinging to every muscle he has, it was a fantastic sight, her eyes keep travelling down and she begins to lick her lips as her eyes reach the top of his joggers.

Suddenly aware of what she was doing she quickly looked away going red in the process and hearing him laugh

"Would you like a better look?" He smirked raising an eyebrow at her before hooking his finger in the neck of his shirt and pulling it completely off over his head, she stands there speechless for a while just enjoying the view

The sight got me instantly wet, he was definitely more muscular than Matt each one looked carved from marble, soft hair covered some his chest with a sexy trail leading all the way down his stomach and past his joggers

He steps closer and draws her in for long kiss, his one hand at the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back, she can feel a bulge pushing against her hip as he holds her and her hands begin to roam around his chest.