When we reached my room, I dropped my bag by the door and turned to Lise with a smirk. "So, are you ready to get cleaned up?"
She looked at me with an arched eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "Well, only if you're up for it," she replied, crossing her arms playfully.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew she was going to make me laugh before we even stepped into the bathroom.
We headed into the bathroom, where steam quickly began to fill the space, fogging up the mirror and cloaking us in a soft haze.
The shower was warm, a perfect counterbalance to the chill of her ice magic from earlier, and the droplets against my skin felt like they were washing away the tension of the day.
I felt her hand brush against mine, and I couldn't help but look at her through the steam, her eyes meeting mine in a silent moment that said more than words ever could. She started to kiss me and then pull me closer.