Ouch.
“I’m gonna take that shower,” I say, wincing inwardly as I realize I just cut him off mid-flow.
I jump out of bed, and the room is spinning. I steady myself with one arm.
“Don’t tell me you’re wasted…?”
“Nope!” I shake my head furiously. “I canmorethan handle my liquor.”
“That’s great to hear.”
I dart into the bathroom and peel off my clothes, wondering why he even cares whether I’m drunk. I guess it doesn’t matter, anyway. All I’m interested in right now is a steady stream of water and a nice thick shower curtain so I can do what I need to do. I want it so bad, I’m practically throbbing in anticipation.
I adjust the temperature and soap myself down, before bracing a foot against the edge of the tub and angling the showerhead just so, leaving every inch of me quivering and exposed, letting my fantasies play out, edging my way to what feels right, getting into the swing and sway of…
“Okay for me to take a leak while you’re in there?”
I jerk back my heel, my foot plunging into the tub and spraying water straight into my face.
“You have got to befuckingkidding me!” I splutter. “Get the hell out of here!”
“Umm, you kinda left the door open?” he says evenly.
I cringe.Shit.I was in such a hurry, I totally forgot to check it was shut properly.
“How’s that leak coming along?” I call out.
“It isn’t.”
I poke my head around the curtain to find him standing there with his back to me, staring into the toilet.
“Liar!”
He laughs. “I’m almost done. I’ve been holding it in for hours now, and anyway—the curtain is one hundred percent non-see-through.” He turns and squints at me. “If I tryrealhard, though, I can just about make out—”
“Out! Now!”
I snap the curtain shut and drop my head to my hands. I don’t care about him using the toilet while I shower, and I don’t care what he can see through the curtain, either. The problem is more that I was just about to get off, and he messed the whole thing up.
“Let’s talk some more,” he says brightly. “I can’t relax. I need a distraction.”
Yeah, same here, buddy.
I’m genuinely about to lose it, so I grab hold of the showerhead, flick on the cold water, and spray it directly into his face. He lets out a yelp.
“How about now?” I laugh. “Feeling chilled?”
I’m expecting him to go running out of the room for cover, but instead his hand reaches for mine, andbefore I know it, he’s pried my fingers loose, wrestling the showerhead away from me and yanking the curtain wide open, giving me a taste of my own medicine, keeping his eyes screwed tight the whole time.Such a gentleman.The water’s so cold it knocks the wind out of me, and I don’t think to turn it off. Instead, I hop out of the shower, not noticing the huge puddle on the floor until my foot slips and I go skidding across the tiles.
Before I know it, a strong arm is wrapping around my waist and pulling me in.
Pressed against his wet, bare chest like this, I’m struggling to breathe. I’m standing here naked, Lewis clasping me to him. He’s got one firm hand on my ass, and I clench my muscles. Hard.
“Sorry—I grabbed what I could, you know?” He laughs.
Consider yourself forgiven.There’s no way I’m telling him that, though.
I tilt my face up to look at him, peeking one eye open, and then the other. He’s still got his hand on my ass. And he’s staring down at me meaningfully.
