“We’re not in a relationship yet,” he mumbled, picking up where I’d left the conversation and finally putting me out of my misery. I looked over my shoulder in time to see him squirt some of my body wash on my sponge. I swear to God it should have been in a porn commercial for soap. “But we’re moving in that direction. I think this is what corny fucks like you call dating.” Rowdy kissed the top of my head and gently began soaping my back. “Or am I wrong?”
