Chapter 8The shower didn’t turn into sexy times, because Smoke was too cold. The shower existed just to warm him up. Gin felt guilty about that, and he wasn’t shy about admitting it. Smoke tried to convince him it was better than the alternative, but Gin wasn’t ready to hear it. “I should have come here myself and driven in for you.” He hung his head as the hot water rained down on both of them.
“Does your power give you some way of getting accurate directions and driving on ice?” Smoke shook his head and reached for the soap. When Gin didn’t answer, he grinned. “Okay then. So you can see why I’m not exactly sold. You warned me it would be uncomfortable. I’m here, I’m alive, we’re getting through it. Let’s just keep getting through it and move the heck on, all right?”
Gin didn’t say anyt
