Chapter 160

My fingers graze his ass before he moves away. “It’s less messy in the tub,” Dan tells me with another laugh. Slipping a t-shirt on over his head, he adds, “I’ll think of you.”

I lie back on the bed and pout, a trait I’ve picked up from my sister this past weekend. “You do that,” I grumble. I hope he sees the wounded expression on my face. I hope it looks convincing enough.

Dan manages to look suitably sympathetic. “Aww, poor baby,” he cajoles and I pout harder, until my lips hurt. He laughs as he scoops up his toiletries—toothbrush, razor, the soap and toothpaste we both share. Heading for the door, he throws a glance over his shoulder and says, “You’ll get over it.”