Zayd ran his hand through his wet hair, looking over at Quinn who stood beside him in the shower. She was glaring, arms folded across her chest. He scoffed playfully at her. “What? You’re the one who promised to spend every second, every minute and every hour of today with me.”
“I didn’t say that…I merely said I’d spend the day with you.”
“Same thing…” Zayd shrugged.
Quinn sighed, leaning against the glass walls. “That still doesn’t necessarily mean you should invade my shower time.”
“It does…” Zayd stepped closer to her. “Aren’t you going to wash up?”
“Not until you leave…!”
“Well then…” He lifted his hand with the soapy washcloth in it and glided it over her shoulders, then down her chest, stopping where her arms were crossed. He looked up at her expectantly. “Move them…”
Q
