Hopefully my humble first offering will do.
The hiss of the shower echoed as he paced. She’d started out standing, jaw tight, head high, just like she’d walked out of that hellhole. Gradually, though, she’d slid down, arms cradling her body.
After what felt like hours, he growled a curse, stalking in after her. Yanking off his shirt, he kicked his jeans off to puddle on the floor.
There were no words. What could he possibly say? He’d failed. Hands slipped around her. She was trembling, dark, damp curls tickling his chin. Achingly slowly, she leaned into him.
“Just shut up and hold me.”