“Of course not.” he replied gently, smiling down at her as the water now washed over the two of them. He lifted his hand, the one without the sponge, and gently traced his fingers down her jaw gently. “You’re m-making this the best shower ever.”
Love had definitely made her a slave to this man, her legs weakening with every touch he gave her. Her eyes searched his as if telling him how he was affecting her, not completely in the sexual way but in something more deeper, spiritual, loving. His touches always felt like sparks against her skin.
“W-We should take showers..together more often then..?”
“It would help on water bills.” he said gently, but also with a small smile on his face. “Okay. You should rinse your back now…” Jack said gently. And he should rinse himself too. The water was already beginning to grow cool.
Jack Maple 