Amber leaned the back of her head onto his shoulder, sighing happily. There were so many things to think about, like Eric’s confusing indecision and just how long they could shower before she risked being late, but whatever. Moments don’t come twice, and she wasn’t going to waste this one worrying: much better to relax against Eric, tingling at his mouth over her wet skin, reveling in the massage of the warm water. No wonder last night had been so fantastic; they fit together, somehow.

"You want to get clean? What a coincidence, so do I,” she teased. She bit her lip, grinning. He could try all he wanted to fool around with her, but that didn’t mean she had to cooperate. Let him see what he got for messing up her plans! She bent forward, slipping out of his hold, and took the bottle of the shampoo. Squeezing a generous amount onto her hand, she lathered up her hair. (Early-morning flirtation games were fine and all but she really did have to wash.) She glanced behind her shoulder at him, blinking innocently. “Want some for yourself? Or do you want the soap, first?”