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The warm water cascaded down, turning his dark hair inky black and sticking it to his honey-colored skin. The drops continued falling, resting briefly on his shoulders before slipping off to travel down his broad back, following the path made by his strong muscles down to his trim waist and beyond.
She supposed that in a few weeks or years, the sight of something so basic as her husband in the shower would cease to affect her, but right now, just two days after their wedding, it was breath taking.
She slid the glass door open and stepped inside.
