This isn't fair, I thought. He's too damn good at this.
"I'll think about it," I said quietly.
"Take your time," he said with a soft smile.
Then, with maddening casualness, he gave my backside a light pat. "You've got, say... two hours. Think it over in the shower."
My face went up in flames.
Did he really just - ?
I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out.
So I stood, wordless, and headed toward the bathroom like a woman marching into battle... naked.
Under the hot spray, I stared at the tile, watching the steam curl up around me, trying to get a grip.
Somehow, somehow, the conversation had gone from "no strings attached" to "let's play house for my parents."
What the hell just happened? I pressed a palm to my forehead.
I emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later.
