Ok, so... consider the following scene:
Steam crept out from under the bathroom door. It was unlocked, though, and she let herself in.
Matt’s head popped up over the rickety shower door.
“Well? How was the gallery? Blow them away with your skills and talents?”
“Meh. It’s populated with fine artists. They don’t exactly impress easily. My talents would be considered very mundane, I think.” She put her wine glass on the counter.
The shower thunked off and Matt slid open the door. “Maybe you should tell them your ‘mundane talents’ solved a crime.” He winked and motioned for the towel on the rack beside her. “That should impress any ponytailed pretty boys you might get to stare at downtown.”
She slid the towel off the rack as she sized up her middle aged, muscular husband. Her pupils dilated as she watched the water run down his chest. Right now she wouldn’t notice a ponytailed pretty boy if he was nine feet tall. Matt reached for the towel, but Julia held it just out of reach.
“Come here. I’ll dry your feet.”
He stepped onto the bathmat, and Julia reached for his wet shoulders and chest with the towel.
His voice was husky in her ear. “I thought you were going to dry my feet.”
“I am,” she whispered. “I’m just starting at the top.”
She raised her lips to his as she reached behind her to lock the bathroom door.