JASON
The shower was supposed to be quick. You know, soap, rinse, done. Except Lori stepped in behind me, steam wrapping around her like she was some goddess descending into mortal suffering, and suddenly the whole definition of “quick” got re-written. Her hands slid over my shoulders, water rushing down her hair, plastering it to her face in strands that made her look wild in the best way.
“You’re stalling,” she said, reaching for the shampoo like this was the most normal thing in the world, her arm brushing against mine on purpose. She squeezed a heap of it into her palm, lathered up, and then smirked when I arched a brow at her. “What? You look like you rolled through ashes yesterday. Let me.”
I snorted. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
She tilted her head, eyes flashing in the
