If he weren’t my sister’s ex, on a runaway mission from his life, I’d have him pushed against the shower wall while I tasted every inch of his wet skin so fast. “You’re ridiculous.”
“High praise coming from the fairy princess of chaos.” He makes a spinning motion with his hand. “Go on. Turn sideways, or I’ll eat all of your cheese puff things and only stop at stores where they’re sold out for the rest of the trip.”
I mock gasp.God, this is fun. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would,andI could. Don’t test my methods of tracking inventory in every store in the country.”
He’s staring at my breasts like he’s thinking the same thing about that wall and tasting my skin.
“I can always hit the Lickie for more cheese puffs.”
His eyes darken when I sayLickie.
I’m still in my panties.
I could lose them and let him rail me against the shower wall.
And hope we don’t fall out.
This is the tiniest tub I’ve ever seen, even smaller than the tub in the tiny house. It’s a very tight squeeze with both of us in here.
And don’t get me started on how much room his woody is taking.
“We should shower and hit the road.” I cannot believe I’m being the responsible one, but someone has to be, and clearly today, that someone is me. “I need to teach you to do laundry.”
He pulls a face like I’m the meanest teacher in the world. “Boring.”
God, who would’ve thought he could make me laugh so easily? “What’s with you today? You’re?—”
I don’t know how to describe him.
Happy?
That seems lame.
He’s—
His face breaks into the widest smile I’ve ever seen. “Free. I’m free.”
And there goes my heart again.
Thudding in happiness for him.
“Stop being so attractive,” I whisper.
“No.”
I crack up again.
He tugs at my panties. “C’mon, Daphne. I have to learn how to have shower sex.”
“Oh my god, you have to already know how to have shower sex.”
“Nope. That’s not something boring people do. Clearly. I need lessons.”
The man is entirely too funny this morning. “Maybe you have to learn how to earn it.”
He grips my chin and tilts my head back, directly into the stream of now-hot water. “Is it true women like having someone else wash their hair?”
