"That isn't necessarily the best way to dissuade me," I tease, pulling back from the tub and sliding him around until I can set him gently onto his feet. After pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, I pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside. The low lighting glints off of the fine, golden hairs dusting his chest and I smooth my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, just watching him for a moment. It still surprises me sometimes that I'm able to do that, just watch him for no reason at all.

"Shoes off," I say in my best captain voice, stepping away from him so I can pull off my own shirt. My hands drop to my fly as I tow out of my sneakers, and I chuckle low in my throat when his eyes follow the motion. "Off."