Chapter 21

Daniel

“ T his was a stupid idea.”

“Why do you say that?”

The water blasted around us, and I did my best to shove my soaked hair out of my face. “There’s this idea that it’s romantic or some shit to shower together? I don’t know. I think we’re mostly in each other’s way.”

Shawn snorted a laugh, grasping my shoulders and scooting me to the side so he could rinse the soap from his body. That strangled feeling came creeping back. It was so dumb. We weren’t anything, just two dudes fucking around in a cabin during a snowstorm. But I still felt weird washing away the proof. Maybe it was creepy, but I wanted to wear him just a little longer.

“It’s not like I held a gun to your head and told you to get your ass in the shower...”

My eyebrow lifted. “No, but you did promise me a rim job and there’s been a lot of getting clean and not a lot of action with a tongue. It’s like you lied.”

That damn smirk plastered itself to Shawn’s lips again. “I didn’t lie, but the funny thing is, there’s this thing called hygiene. We might be starting to like each other a little more, but I’m not getting close to anyone’s ass if it’s not clean first.”

Damn. He wasn’t supposed to be making me laugh. And we weren’t supposed to be liking each other, either. I wanted to still dislike him at the end of this, but I already knew I was fucked in that department. The second we started telling one another about our lives, he wasn’t so bad. Misunderstood. I wanted to get to know him better.

“That’s fair,” I huffed as Shawn handed me the bottle of body wash and a rag. My hands shook a little as I squirted a liberal amount over the cloth. It was ridiculous that I was still so damn nervous at this point, but I hadn’t ever let anyone get this close.

After coating the washrag in suds, Shawn took it from my hands. He twirled his finger to instruct me to turn around. I faced the wall and braced my hands against it, waiting for him to make the next move. The feel of the soapy rag trailing over my shoulders and back had me wanting to melt into the porcelain of the tub. I wasn’t so focused on where he was touching me, just enjoying the sensation of his hands on me.

My eyes drooped closed, and I savored all the feelings coursing through my limbs. They tingled at the attention, wanting to wrap around and return the touches that the man behind me bestowed upon me.

The cloth scrubbed lower, pressing into my lower back before passing over my cheeks before Shawn spread them. A hiss left my lips as the material swiped against my puckered entrance. My face heated as he scrubbed at the spot. Having anyone paying any attention to that part of me was new. Even for myself. There were times when I felt tempted to touch myself there, but I never dared. Every time I had, Art and his teasing would pop into my head. But not now. Now, all I could focus on was Shawn, his gentle touches, and how he didn’t make me feel small at all.