Deliberately she dropped the bottle of soap in his lap. “Anything that lets you touch me?” she teased. Turning around in the water, she turned off the flow and sat with knees tucked up to her chest, presenting her back to him.
“You know I love touching you,” he murmured fondly and scooted forwards, leaning in to pepper kisses across her neck and halfway down her spine, before curling his fingers around the soap. “How come we haven’t really done this before?” he suddenly questioned as he began lathering up his hands.
She offered, “Because we’ve only been going out for a couple months? Because you’re easily distracted? You mean this, in the bath together? Because we both had school until last week?” She made a happy sigh and shivered a little.