Kane stepped out of the shower wrapped in an oversized towel that practically swallowed his frame, his skin still bearing a telltale pink flush from their temperature negotiations.
"I look like a lobster," he grumbled, catching sight of himself in the fogged mirror.
"A very satisfied lobster, but still."
Cyrus emerged behind him, water droplets rolling off his skin like he'd stepped from some designer cologne advertisement.
Not a hair out of place, not even slightly flushed despite the steam.
"You're exaggerating."
"Am I?" Kane gestured at his reflection.
"I'm practically glowing. Meanwhile, you look like you just stepped out of a photo shoot for 'Gorgeous Dragons Weekly.'"
Cyrus's lips twitched with amusement as he reached for a towel.
"There's no such publication."
"There should be. You'd be on every cover."
Kane shuffled toward the bedroom, his towel trailing behind him like a terry cloth cape.
