tidiest man in the entire world or he’s got a bloody good maid, much better than Kat and I could ever do.
“It’s nice. Yeah. Nothing like I had growing up. Don’t worry—I haven’t forgotten my humble beginnings.”
He says this while walking away from me so he can turn on the shower, but all I hear is Charlie Brown teacher’s wah-wah-wah-wah gibberish because I’ve caught sight of his arse in the mirror’s reflection and HOLY BUTTOCKS, BATMAN! I could break a tooth on that thing.
He turns around to eye me in the mirror, and I frown. “I was having a lovely time staring at your derrière.”
“Yeah, well, try to contain yourself,” he teases, waving for me to join him in the shower.
“I can’t. Truly. It’s the best I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to tell Kat about it. She’ll go mental.”
“Do you have to?”
“Talk to my friends about your arse? Of course. Why would I keep that information to myself?”
At this, he groans and tucks me up under the shower stream so I get doused from head to toe. Then he pumps some soap into his hand and starts lathering me up. I try hard to get my mind out of the gutter, but his hands feel so good, and suddenly it’s like we didn’t do anything out on his sofa. I’m ready and raring to go again.
I think I must make a little noise or whimper when his hands slide down my thighs because his eyes shoot up to me.
“Sorry. I’ll be quiet,” I promise, miming turning a lock over my lips.
“Why?” he taunts with an arched brow. “I’d rather you weren’t.”
Then his hands slowly glide back up my legs and between my thighs and Farewell, sanity! It was nice knowing you!
The shower takes much longer than either of us probably originally intended. He gives me two orgasms while I lean against the shower wall like a heaping pile of useless bones, and then I return the favor by sliding down onto my knees. After that, we have to rinse off all over again. Showers can be quite dirty endeavors if you take them with the wrong (or right) person.
He cuts the water, and we step out. He wraps a towel around his waist then grabs another to wrap around me. It’s not one of those annoyingly itty-bitty ones that only covers half of one arm. It’s huge and white and fluffy, enveloping me from my shoulders down to my knees.
“You want to borrow some clothes?” he offers.
“Have you got an old t-shirt? A worn one I can steal in the morning?”
He walks into his closet and comes back out with a huge shirt that has his football team’s logo on it. It’s perfect.
“I want it back though,” he warns as I slide it on.
“Aye-aye, captain.”
We both know that’s not going to happen.
“Have you got some knickers in there I could slip on too? Maybe pink ones?”
“I have boxers.”
“So I’m just supposed to go commando all night?”
“I don’t see the problem.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t. Men.”
He smiles—or rather, gloats—and then he walks over to grab me a spare toothbrush wrapped in plastic that he has in his vanity drawer.
“Do you keep a bunch of these for when ladies come round?” I ask as I accept it.
“I asked Lois to get it when she went grocery shopping this week.”
“Lois?”
“She does everything around here for me. Part housekeeper, part chef. She’s great.”
“Sounds like it. How long has she been with you?”
I’m keeping him talking so he won’t notice how pleased I am that he’s thought to buy me a toothbrush. Some girls want diamonds, but I think this is just as lovely. It’s purple with a little plastic handle and soft bristles. It tells me Logan thought about me this week, thought about me enough to ask Lois to get me a toothbrush, enough to want me to sleep over.
We brush our teeth at the same time, him at his sink, me at the other, swirling circles in our mouths and trying not to make each other laugh. We spit then swish our mouths with water.
“I’m exhausted,” I admit after I finish patting my mouth with a towel. “Can’t believe tomorrow is Friday. I’ve got double duty at The Day School and District.”
“Come over after? I can ride with Pat to pick you up when you’re finished?”
“I wish I could. It’s Kat’s birthday on Saturday, and we’ve got big plans. She wants breakfast in bed then Yasmine and I