~ ZEV ~
They sat together for a long time, but eventually the dark began to lift. It would be dawn in an hour and neither of them had slept much. Zev was so relieved that she was clean of all hints of the compound—and instead painted in his scent.
He left her soaking in the pool while he got the towels, then met her in the shallows to wrap it around her.
She had her arms up and was twisting her hair into a bun on her head, so he took the opportunity to dry her, focusing especially on her breasts and shoulders.
"It's really important not to leave your skin damp," he explained when she gave him a look.
Sasha snorted. "Okay, Tittie McTitterson, I need to get dressed."
She moved as if to step past him, but Zev caught her elbow and she drew up short, her face shifting from amused to worried in a blink.
"What is it?" she asked him quickly.
