His skin prickles, feeling her eyes on his back. It doesn't bother him -- quite the opposite really. He's grateful that he took care of his issue already, in fact, pulling out a casual buttondown and some linen trousers.

"Miss you already," he quips, flashing her a bright smile over his shoulder before stepping into a pair of boxers and letting his towel fall to the ground in one graceful motion. It's meant as a joke, but he really will miss her, it's become impossible to ignore the way his chest constricts each time she leaves a room.