"Are you pissing while I'm having a shower?" I asked. Because if anyone would be so bold, it would definitely be him.
"Yep. Flushing."
I stepped out of the water just as the temperature changed. Waiting for it to warm back up, I pulled aside a section of the shower curtain to look at him. Ash wore absolutely nothing, his bare ass parked in front of the sink, and he was busy applying toothpaste to his brush. His hair was a mess, and somehow he still looked amazing.
"So, is this going to be a thing?" I asked.
He turned with a smartass look on his face, then paused. His eyes dropped to my wet chest, then he shoved the toothbrush into his mouth. "Mhm."
"Forgot how good you look with something between your lips," I teased.
He laughed at that, then leaned over to spit. "Asshole."
"Why the fuck are you up at this hour, Ash?"
This time, he just talked around the toothbrush. "New York is an hour ahead. It's Monday. Leslie is tackling her first week as the CEO's assistant."
"You fucking her?" I asked.
"No!" He spit, then said it again, clearer this time. "No! I am not sleeping with a nineteen-year-old college kid."
Since the water was warm again, I stepped back and grabbed the shampoo. "Just checking, man. I've kinda been out of the loop for a bit."
"Fuck." I heard the water turn on, him swish and spit, then it turned off. A second later, the curtain was pulled back and he stepped in. "Share that water."
My heart stopped. Teenaged Ashton had been beautiful. This version? This close? The man had abs and bulges on his arms. He had planes for pecs. I had to wrench my eyes away as I moved over.
"Conserving water?" I teased.
"Sharing is caring," he pointed out. "And I didn't want to yell loud enough for her to wake up. You know Luke was here last night, right?"
"Kinda beat one off to the sound of them going at it," I admitted. "Which reminds me, we have a working washer here? And where is it?"
"I'll show you," he promised. "So, you that into the guy?"
"And girl," I admitted.
"How long since you fucked a woman?" he asked.
I just gestured for him to move so I could rinse. "Two years? Three? A while."
He wasn't done pushing, though. "You pissed because I kissed your boy-crush?"
"Shit. I wanted to join in. But seriously, Ash, the sucker punch? I had him off you."
"Oh, I owed him that," he promised. "Bastard did it to me when I tried to hook him up with Vi. Had him show up when we were doing a shoot, and he paid me back with a fist to the solar plexus."
"He can fight," I pointed out. "You gotta give him that."
"Yeah, but he's fighting the wrong shit. He's freaked out, Cy. He wants it. He was melting down because he didn't kiss you long enough to know what even happened. So, I kinda kissed him to let him decide. And he..."
"Leaned in," I finished for him. "Yeah. The other day, when he was showing me how to work that tractor, he asked me about some shit he heard as a kid about men sucking dick better."
Ash laughed. "Yeah, he wants it. You gonna make a move?"
"Fuck no. I'm not about to mess things up for Violet. You know how long she's been fawning over him?" I put on my best feminine voice. "Luke Barrett. The cowboy with the green eyes. He held me so close. He smelled like a jock strap and Cheetos. I'm so in wuv with him!"
Ash grabbed my shoulders and moved me over so he could rinse his own hair. "He's as hot as she said, though."
