Dizzy.
Dazed.
Disoriented.
And definitely damp.
Xavier had to peel off the suit from his wife because Luca didn't have enough strength left to do it.
If Luca hadn't insisted that he was fine, he would probably be standing under the showerhead with his husband right now.
The water from the shower poured over him, warm and steady, but all Luca could do was lean forward, pressing his face into his palms as his thoughts circled back to what had happened earlier.
He was mortified. Not only had he been the one to make the suit, but he had also been the one making all those noises while wearing it. The more he thought about it, the redder his ears felt. What was worse was that Xavier hadn't even gotten the same experience.
Sure, it had been a successful test. Sure, he had gained a lot of insights. But if he was honest, the "insights" paled in comparison to the fact that it had felt so good; he had actually agreed to more tests.
