He never thought he was a romantic, but Ash thought he could write some words about the way she looked at that moment, before shaking it off and grabbing a thick towel. Wrapping her up, squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, he rubbed her down, easing what were obviously tired muscles, to her appreciative moans. Then he carried her to their bed. "I can't leave my hair like this." Her tired voice pushed him into motion. All he could find were some twist ties hanging off the electrical cord to the lamp, but he knew his way around a
