Twelve
Shower
He heard the shower door slide open and shut. pressed her naked body against his back, resting her chin on his shoulder as her arms circled his waist. Robin washed the soap from his face before clasping her hands.
“What’s the latest?”
Her sigh tickled his neck. “Mission Control says it should be within orbital distance by oh five hundred.”
“Mission Control? Mason got the gang together?” He gave a slight shrug. “Considering the possible implications, it makes sense.”
He turned around in the large stall to face her. She raised her arms to embrace him, and raised her lips for his kiss. She was warm and pliant, her body fitting against his. Her mouth tasted of the tangelos they’d gotten at the store. Sliding his hands down her back, he clutched her buttocks.
“You are stro
