“You know,” Summer murmured as she slid in past the shower curtain to stand behind Holly, “if I’m going to let you use my shower, I think I deserve something in return.” She rested her chin on Holly’s shoulder, laughing under her breath. “And don’t even think about trying to bribe me with pastries, baker girl.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Holly said smiling as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. “But that does lead me to ask, do you have anything in mind?” Daringly, she leaned up and licked Summer’s lips.
The redhead grinned and reached behind herself to come up with a bottle of body wash. She held it up and waggled it a bit, raising both eyebrows suggestively. At the faucet end of the tub, a furry, masked face peered inquisitively around the curtain.