“So…all three of us need to shower?” I asked, trying to pat my hair back into place. James licked his bottom lip. Slowly. “We can’t have sex in the shower. We’ll be late,” I said, putting my foot down. He blinked so innocently like I was the perverted one. “I don’t know where you got that idea from, Ivy. All I was going to ask was if you needed to wash your hair today.” Incorrigible, up-to-no-good deviant.
