She let him gesture her inside, eyes still locked on his face. “Cold,” she said. “Very cold.”
“I can assure you, if I am invited it will be anything but cold,” He smirked and took a step toward her, peering down at her from his lashes.
“You invited yourself. But I suppose, since it’s your shower, I can let you set the temperature.” She matched his step, licking at her lips again.