“Now do the leg thing,” he commanded with a grin. She turned her head to the side so she could look over her shoulder at him with a peek of humour. When she didn’t do it, just stared at him, he made an impatient gesture with his head. With a sigh, that peek of humour pestering into a smile, she leaned back against him. Then up one of her legs went as she brushed her hands down the side of it to wipe what she could of the blood off them. His eyes perused the length of it before she brought it down and did the other. I think perhaps I may like bath time with her.
