Grinning in victory, I patted his chest before stepping aside and moving for the shower. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.” “Ten,” he bit out, swinging the bathroom door open. “Or I’m leaving without you.” “Twenty,” I called over my shoulder as I dropped my towel and climbed into the shower. “You can wait in my room.” The bathroom door slammed behind him, and then I heard him say, “Fifteen and that’s final.” “Twenty,” I crooned, thoroughly enjoying his agitation. “You’re a pain in my hole.” I laughed.
