“Isaac.” It came out half admonishment and half moan. She tipped her head to the side. “You don’t have to keep your hands to yourself.” She managed to lean forward enough to test the water and turn on the shower before he pulled her back against him again. “You have school. I have class. When summer comes, then we can talk about it.”
“We might never leave the shower then,” he admitted with a nod, pressing up against her without shame, running his hands lazily up and down her sides. “I’d like to do this again, sure, but more than anything…I want to have picnics with you and hold your hand…be your boyfriend, I guess, if you’ll have me?”
“Eventually the hot water will run out,” she laughed. “Come on.” She pulled him into the shower, sighing with unabashed bliss when the hot water hit her skin. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his skin, and murmured, “Yes, mon chere. Be my boyfriend.”