Page 221 of Hide and Keep

Backing up into the shower before I tell Ever what she’s doing to me, I pull her in with me, the warm spray hitting us both at the same time.

My forehead grazing hers, I glance down between us, my breath heavy from the exertion it takes to hold back.

Billows of steam rise from below as rivulets of water stream down our bodies.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I admit quietly. It’s one thing to picture yourself in the shower with someone else—dozens of times—but it’s a whole different thing to be in here, looking at body parts you’ve never washed before. Tits seem easy enough. But her pussy… How the fuck do I clean that?

“This was your idea.”

“I know.” I pull my attention off those parts. “But I’m learning, remember? I just need your help until I get the hang of it.”

“How many showers are you planning on taking with me?”

“All of them.”

She laughs and turns her head out of my grasp to grab the soap.

I snatch the bar from her hold to clean my knuckles.

“This isn’t like your soap.”

When I was in her bathroom, I checked out the products she uses. Too expensive for me to ever afford, I opened them to see what the big deal was. The scent is the big deal. Ever’s body wash smells exactly like honeycomb, to the point I almost fucking licked it.

“Okay.”

“And my shampoo isn’t as nice as yours.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not gonna smell like you.”

“Will I smell like you?”

“What do I smell like?”

“The ocean.”

I do? I never knew that. No one’s ever said anything. It’s probably from the proximity of my parents’ house to the beach.

“And cedar.”

That’d be my soap.

“Then yeah, you’re probably gonna smell like me.”

Her lips stretching wide make mine do the same. Miss prim and proper isn’t repulsed by the idea of smelling like me—the help?

“Tell me where to start.”

“Well, what do you want to wash?”

“Everything.”

“It’s just like washing yourself. Start at my neck and work your way down.”

“Not your face?”

“Where’s your face wash?”

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