"Thank you," I murmured, meaning it. "I'll work it out, though. I can't shower with you for the rest of my life." "Why not?" Lucas replied, and I could hear his grin. "I'm not complaining. It's kind of nice being able to take care of you for once." Then he gave a small groan. "I didn't mean... Ugh, sorry that came out wrong. Obviously, I don't think—"
