“You’re welcome to join me in the shower.” He peered over his shoulder, smirking when he caught me gnawing on my bottom lip, eyes glued to his backside. “I’m … my toiletries are in the other bathroom. If I used yours, I’d smell all wrong,” I blathered with my two functioning brain cells. “We couldn’t have that, now could we?” he rasped, amusement coating his words like honey.
