One corner of Iseul’s mouth curled up in a subtle grin as he watched Damian bask in the heat. He often wondered if it was something Damian missed. He didn’t think vampires were like lizards, really; he’d never noticed any of them being more sluggish or lethargic in cold months. Still, if Damian loved heat, then Iseul would provide it for him.

As such, he wasn’t shy about pressing himself right against his vampire lover so he had the hot water beating down on one side and a warm, living body on the other. The fae wrapped his arms around Damian’s waist, humming contentedly as he tucked himself close. Did they have time to dally? Probably not, but Iseul wanted to enjoy their privacy just a little longer before he went to work with soap and cloth.

Iseul’s only plans involved sketching out some ideas for the wardrobe he promised to his precious vampire. He could do that after they toured their homes. It wasn’t difficult for him to work on Damian’s clothes and chat about the chances to their respective residences at the same time,

“I do plan to monopolize your time.” There was no point in hiding that fact.