try not to look too desperate as I quickly dry myself and then head back to my giant bed but the snort Ash gives me says I fail. Fuck it, he knows how much I love him. Oh. Oh, fuck. I can’t think about that right now either. We don’t do mushy, not when we’re facing each other and the lights are on, and certainly not when we’re naked. He gives me a look. “Why do you suddenly look like you’re about to jump out of the window?” I swallow, and again, then I snap, “You’ll be the one to jump out of the window if I say it. Can we just do this?”
