“So there’s my beautiful wife,” he said, leaning against the wall and watching her with a smirk. Arthur was dressed in a pair of swim trunks having just finished swimming at the beach.
Ariadne turned at the sound of his voice, completely unconcerned about the fact that she was wearing nothing but a smile for him as the water splashed down over her body. "Have fun?" she asked coyly. "You should probably rinse off all that sand and saltwater."
"I should, shouldn't I?" Leaning away from the wall, he took off his swim trunks and laid them out in the sun before joining her. He stood behind Ariadne, both hands resting on her shoulders. "I'm starting to think you like this shower more than me."
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