Something Edible 115

Enzo stepped out of the bathroom about half an hour later, carrying a sleeping Adeline in his arms.

It had been quite difficult due to her being asleep, but he took his time to bathe her until she was sparkling clean.

He dressed her in one of her long, black robes, leaving her damp hair to cascade down her shoulders.

His own hair was still slightly wet as well—he had untied it, letting it fall freely to his shoulders. He hadn't bothered putting on a robe and just slung a towel around his waist.

As he approached the bed, he lifted one leg and grabbed the edge of the blanket, intending to slide it off and tuck her in. But the moment he pulled it back, he smirked.

The sheets were damp. He stared at it for a second, then chuckled, shaking his head as their earlier activities flashed through his mind.

"Right…"

His gaze swept across the room, searching for another spot to lay her down, and his eyes landed on the couch he used to sleep on.