A sigh escaped Ariella's lips as she crouched beside Clark one late night in the Talon. She frowned at the old pipe under the sink dribbling water onto the floor. Ariella turned to her boyfriend, watching his brows furrow.
"No plumber can come in until tomorrow morning," Ariella explained, looking at the pipe with disdain. "Can you do anything?"
"I'll see," Clark said.
Ariella watched him grab the pipe and turn it sharply to the right. More water spilled, and Ariella quickly grabbed a bucket and put it underneath the sink.
"Um, try the left?" Ariella offered with a shrug.
He gave her a curt nod and did just that.
A gasp escaped Ariella's lips as water shot out from the pipe, hitting her in the face, soaking her to her core, and she assumed Clark, too. She turned her head as another jet of water hit her, this time the side of her neck.
"AH, the threads are history!" Clark yelled, turning his head just as another jet of water hit him in the face. "I need a wrench."
Ariella rushed out of the back room into the front of the Talon. She looked around and spotted Clark's toolbox on one of the tables. Ariella grabbed it and a towel from behind the front counter before rushing into the backroom. She stopped short when the heat came out of Clark's eyes like lasers sealing the pipe, and the remaining water slid down the pipe into the bucket.
Ariella blinked, even more intrigued with her boyfriend. "Well, you don't see that every day."
"Yeah, it comes in handy," Clark explained, getting to his feet.
He ran his fingers through his damp hair, and Ariella couldn't help it as her eyes moved lower. His white shirt was soaked and now completely see-through, showing off his abs and chest.
Some days, Ariella forgets how insanely built her boyfriend was, and then he does things like this, and Ariella is reminded all over again. She bit her lip when his muscles strained through his shirt. Ariella could feel his heated gaze on her, and she slowly moved her gaze back to his.
"Find what you're looking for," Clark asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
Ariella tilted her head and slowly moved closer to him. "Maybe." She handed the towel to him and brushed past him back into the front room.
