He hated when she called him that. It felt so… condescending. Not at all like when the rest of the family did.
Rush pushed his worries out of his mind. Tadder loved him and wanted to marry him, and that was the most important thing. “Let’s go shower.”
There wasn’t a bathtub in the pool house, but the shower stall was roomy enough to comfortably fit two men, especially if they were in each other’s space.
“Let me scrub your back,” Rush murmured. He took a sponge and added a squirt of body wash.
“Knock yourself out, babe.” Tadder grinned at him and presented his back.
Rush rubbed the sponge over the long, elegant lines of his fiancé’s spine. Every once in a while he’d press a kiss to a shoulder blade or a vertebra or even an elbow, and Tadder would sigh in pleasure.
“My turn,” he said,
