“You’re just rubbing raw soap around?”
I laugh. “Yeah. I want to get it evenly distributed.”
“You have to add some water first.”
“But then the water washes off all the soap.”
He looks away, horrified. Which of course only fuels my soap rubbing.
I move back into his line of sight, ignoring the rushing water in the sink. “I really love getting it in every nook and cranny, you know?”
“Gross.” He turns around.
“It’s like ASMR.” The soap crackles and pops as I work it through my fingers.
He growls and turns back, grabbing my arms. I squeal as he drags me to the sink, but I’m laughing too hard to put up a fight.
Calder shoves my hands under the water and threads his fingers with mine, lathering up the soap between us. “See? Water makes it work.”
“It’s a good thing I got it everywhere though because?—”
He flips my hands and runs his thumbs over my palms, and my laughter dies. It’s replaced with liquid heat shooting up my arms and dropping directly into my lady parts.
Calder runs his hands over mine until he’s convinced the soap is gone, then turns off the water. He’s about to reach for a paper towel, but I plant my hands directly on his chest. He looks down, the corner of his mouth lifting, then places his wet hands on me.
I suck in a breath. He’s touching my boobs. He’s straight-up hands on my bra, and I’m so shocked, I burst out laughing.
Calder breaks, and we stand there, busting our guts, with our hands soaking each other’s shirts.
“Hey, Calder?” A voice filters through the door, and we jolt apart. “Are you?—?”
The restroom door flies open. The employee we just left at the front takes us in. First our faces, then his eyes drop to the identical dark handprints on our shirts.
I purse my lips as his face shifts from surprise to confusion.
He clears his throat. “You were taking a while, so I wanted to make sure?—”
“We’re good.” Calder says without a hint of amusement. “Just leaving.”
The employee nods. “Cool. Yeah.” He steps back so we can exit, and we take the walk of shame to the front with heads held high.
“Thank you!” I say, as we rush out into the night.
I start laughing again the second the door closes behind us. “Did you see his?—?”
Calder throws an arm over my shoulder and clamps his hand over my mouth. “Shh. He’s right behind us.”
I grab his wrist and force his hand down so I can breathe. I can’t quite stop my laughter, but I do keep it quiet. Calder walks me to where Julie and Pete were parked so we can collect our bags.
He picks them both up and hands me mine.
“Thank you.” I grin at him, and his eyes sparkle under the street lamp. “Your eyes are pretty.”
“Thank you.” Calder’s face is still pulled into a smirk. We stand there a moment, studying each other, and then he says, “I think it’s delighted. Or enchanted.”
My face scrunches with confusion. “What?”
He wets his lips. “The opposite of annoyed.”
