“Stop squirming.” Calix reached out with the washcloth once again, finding difficulty in hitting a moving target.
“I can’t help it. It tickles.” Mitch shimmied again.
“Who knew shifters had ticklish butts.” Calix didn’t realize he’d said the words aloud until Mitch snorted.
“Well, I do.”
Brushing the soapy washcloth over the junction of Mitch’s thigh and rear, Calix couldn’t hold back the grin as Mitch wiggled. “If you’d just hold still, I can move on.”
“Easier said than done.”
Calix hurriedly wiped across the area before moving higher. He heard Mitch’s breath hitch and had to struggle not to do the same. He sighed. Not only was Mitch’s squirming making for a longer duration in the shower, it was also getting Calix soaked.
Let’s not forget making us damn horny.
Calix didn’t argue w
