Poppy came out of the shower about five minutes later, her hair dripping water down her back. She dried off quickly, wrapping the towel around herself so she could go change.
She smiled at his back before heading into the bedroom to change. When she finished, she came back over to him, her hands in her pockets.
“I’m a fast showerer,” she replied cockily, kissing his cheek. “I’m thinking of joining the Olympics.”
