I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Standing there for how long? I had no idea. Long enough for him to pull out, and for me to feel him leaking down my leg—which I found strangely erotic. Maybe that was just because I knew we were both about to get in a hot shower and spend the next however long we had hot water just washing each other down and touching, feeling, exploring.
Ham helped lead me over to the small cubicle, his lips already lost on my neck, his nose in my hair. “You’re fucking amazing, I ever tell you that?”
“Occasionally.”
“You could have waited for me to clean all this shit off.”
I frowned and shook my head. “I’ll take you as you are, any day. I can’t just pick and choose when I want you, and when I don’t. That’s not how this works. I’m all in.”
He was quiet for a few seconds, and I wondered whether I’d said something wrong.
I spun in his arms looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “How’d I get so lucky?”
Ham smiled. “Luck had nothing to do with it. This was all about fate.”