Dirty and sweaty and broken, Eliot was still the most gorgeous thing Candy had seen. She smiled and leaned over to kiss the bruise gently. "Even idiots get lucky," she murmured. She hoped it had helped, that he felt better.
Kissing him lightly, she moved over to the shower proper, standing under the spray and getting her hair wet. Someone had left shampoo and conditioner in the stall, and she smiled at Eliot through the mist. "Come on, it'll feel good on that bruise."