Sasha opened up a new tab on her phone and began to scroll.

Steam rolled into the bedroom from Caitlin's shower and the onsuit.

Even the temperatures of Caitlin's showers annoyed her lately.

Everything annoyed her lately. It seemed like all they'd been doing was fighting. The new house was

beautiful, yes, but the moving process had put a strain on them. It had caused so much stress, and the financial toll had been bigger than they had expected.

Caitlin turned off the shower, and Sasha braced herself for a continuation of the argument

they had been having earlier that day.

It had been such a stupid argument, too.

Caitlin stood in the doorway of the bathroom,

wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

She was running her fingers through her wet black hair.

I don't want to fight with you.

Her expression was calm.

Sasha sighed and put her phone on the nightstand.

I never want to fight, but you just say things sometimes and...

Caitlin clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and wagged a finger in the air, causing Sasha to stop talking.

Caitlin crossed the room, slowly peeling away the towel from her body as she walked.

Sitting up, Sasha's attention was now fully focused on Caitlin's naked body.

The smell of her fruity bathwash wafted into the room.

Her soft curves looked so smooth and delicious, and all of the frustration that Sasha had

felt was now slowly melting away.

Come here, baby.

...