“Are you all right?” Jack’s voice came from the door. Not that he’d been standing at it, of course not, of course he hadn’t been listening to her sing with his hands against his chest like that. But hearing her speak, sounding nervous, he had to voice his concern.
She squeaked, almost having fallen from how slippery the floor was. She grabbed onto the door handle of the shower last minute and managed to balance herself. “Y-Yeah..just..thinking that it’s unfair that I’m hogging the hot water..” she called back, her face flushed from both the hot water and the embarrassment.
“Oh! Um.” Jack stood there for a moment, hands strumming against his chest. “Well just, just keep it running and get out and I’ll get in right after you?” he asked, unsure if that was the right thing to say. “Then, then it won’t go cold again and we won’t be waiting on it…?”
“Get in the shower with her, offer to wash her back!” whispered his libido.
Jack turned purple.
Jack Maple 