She flushed and shampooed her hair before answering. “I didn’t know what the opportunity to bathe would be like, so it seemed sensible to do something a bit more extreme then shaving every couple of days.”
“I like it.”
“Maybe you should get it done too,” she suggested, with an edge of mischievousness.
“Me?”
“Well, you know, men do.”
“Would you like me to get waxed?” He asked, teasing.
“Get it done and I will tell you.” Her own daring stole her breath. What was she playing at? She scolded herself. This wasn’t a relationship. He wasn’t in love with her. It was just hot ex-sex.
“I don’t even shave at the moment,” he said, oblivious to the path of her thoughts, rubbing his chin. “I just run the trimmer over it.”
“I have noticed. But that wasn’t where I was suggesting you wax,” she smirked.
“Em,” he caught her up against him and kissed her, the shower water flavouring their kiss. “Thank you for doing this.”