“Pffffft.” That was all the response either of those remarks deserved, and all they got. Then she raised an eyebrow. “Not content with making me messy, you’re going to get it all over the sheets too?” She poked him again and squirmed out of the bed. “And I’m all over salt. Bath?”
“I like making you messy.” He smirked and then wriggled as her fingers met his sides and he launched out of the bed with an almost feline grace to his actions. “Can we share?”
“I would be lonely without you.” Summer paused to find a clip in her bag, and pinned her braid on top of her head before skipping out to the hall bathroom. She stood in the doorway, hands on hips, to survey the giant bathtub (was it really a tub when it was that big, she wondered), before climbing in to find the drain stopper.