“Carry me to the bath—” “Do it yourself.” He throws the towel at my head. “Jesus, Azeer!” I hop off the wet counter to kick his ass. “Woah!” My legs give out in a second, and then I’m swept up in his arms. “That’s quite flattering,” he comments with a victorious smile. I push his face away, feeling my cheeks heat up. “On second thought, let’s just take a bath.” “Good call,” he agrees, kissing my cheek before leading me out of the closet.
HES BACK 🥹🥹🥹🥹
