Summer’s eyes danced, and she stepped back just a little, to the limits of the tub, and abandoned washing him to wash herself, bare hands sliding over her skin slowly. “Where’s home, then, if it’s not with the people who take care of you?”
“I think it might be with you, and that’s…that’s kinda scary, huh?” He blushed scarlet at the image, groaning aloud as her fingers ghosted across her skin and he smiled, leaning back against the wall.
“A bit,” she admitted. She washed her whole front, then pressed herself up against him, leaving soap everywhere. “Time to get clean, Isaac,” she purred.