Chapter 7
We showered together for Lord knew how long, lathering each other’s chests and asses, bellies and c***s, playfully fondling every body part imaginable while giggling and making out like ravenous teenagers. Only when the steamy spray began to cool did we rinse off the suds and get out before we entirely drained the building’s hot water heater.
Gray handed me a towel, but I didn’t need it for myself. He used his to dry me off, and I returned the favor with mine. After we finished, he took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen, where he grabbed both of us two more bottles of beer from the refrigerator.
“You hungry for anything?” he asked, his short, damp hair spiking rather punkishly. “I don’t have much in stock, but I can whip up some eggs or a sandwich or—”
“Beef.” I glance
