Waverly asked the next day as she emerged from their over-the-top bathroom, which could easily have passed for a high-end spa. Funny, he didn’t think of it as his quarters anymore. Overnight, she’d changed his perspective on everything. It felt right when she shared his space. Less lonesome and wasteful. For the first time, he found himself actually enjoying the deluxe appointments, proud he could ensure her comfort and pamper her as she deserved. Naked, she tipped her upper body to one side so to blot water from the long length of her hair with a thick towel. The motion put her perfect-handful breasts and the soft dip of her waist on display. She didn’t resemble models he’d seen in either fashion or jack-off mags. Not overly voluptuous or stick-thin, either. That didn’t matter. To him, she was the ideal woman. Her fit and healthy proportions had him regretting his decision not to shower with her.
What do You think about Going Down (Divemasters #1)?
