“Whatever you want to talk about.” He drops his hands to my waist, fingers pressing into my skin.
I nod my head, looking down for a second as I run my hands over his torso. “I’m mostly just pissed off about Marshall. He’s on my shit list for the rest of the year.”
“Yeah, if he so much as breathes near you again, he might not get a chance to graduate.”
I press my forehead to his chest. “As for what happened in the bath just now…” I swallow hard. “I needed to be close to you.” My cheeks flush pink.
His hands skate up my arms and over my shoulders to cup my face, and in response, my heart beats quickly again. “I get that. I was so in the moment and needed you, too.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I should have made sure you knew I’ve never done that before—without protection, I mean.”
The worried expression on his face is about as cute as they come. I should have figured he’d be nervous about it since it was only a week ago that I’d been calling him a manwhore. And the irony is that I’m the daughter of a woman who is pretty much an actual whore. Yeah. I recognize why I’d been so quick to jump all over him about his alleged sexual adventures. Totally my hang-up. It never had anything to do with him at all.
“Me neither. I promise I’m fine with what we did.”
“Thank God, because I may have fallen in love with bubble baths.”