Bath [M]

Noelle stands in front of the large mirror, the soft glow of the evening light casting a warm hue across his skin as he undoes the intricate buttons of his outfit. I can't help but admire the way the fabric clings to his frame, the elegant lines of his posture so naturally perfect. He's always graceful, even in the simplest of movements.

I drop my jacket and the rest of my upper garments onto the floor, too eager to be rid of them. The moment the clothes hit the ground, Noelle turns and fixes me with that familiar look—disapproving but affectionate.

"Really?" he says, his eyes doing all the scolding for him.

I grin sheepishly, bending down to retrieve the discarded clothes. "Alright, alright. I'll behave."