Grinning, I reach for the faucet and twist it off, stepping one foot out of the shower and grabbing him a towel from the rack. I hand it over, grab one for myself, and I'm hastily drying myself off, bending to move his prosthesis within reach and stepping out of the way.

On my way out the door, I grin back at him before I disappear into the bedroom, still flushed and half hard.