I tried to sound pragmatic, like I was considering our professional reputations.
In truth, I was banking on this little charade fizzling out on its own once the novelty wore off for him.
A clean, quiet end.
He was silent for a long moment, his gaze boring into me.
"Alright," he finally conceded. "We'll keep it between us."
A shaky breath of relief escaped my lips. "Good. That's... good."
Then he shifted, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I'm pretty sticky myself, you know."
My eyes widened.
I pointed a trembling, bubble-covered finger towards the glass-walled shower. "The shower's all yours. Knock yourself out."
He shook his head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as he looked at the rose petals floating on the water's surface.
"No. I like this. " he murmur
