As her hands begin to slide over his body, he closes his eyes, without thinking. Somehow his wilder moods make him more sensitive to her touch, and she leaves a trail behind of more than soapy bubbles. It's not lust or that kind of desire. He just feels her ownership written on him all over again. When she makes her way into his hair, his head tilts down and touches hers, eyes still shut.

His hold on her relaxes slightly, palms coming to rest at her waist instead of his arms staying locked tight around her, but when she tugs at him, he resists; he nuzzles her just a little, and although he doesn't kiss her, he tilts as close as if he wants to.

"I don't want to let go of you."