If he can try to sound smart, then by all means, she can toss baseball metaphors at him (he knows what metaphors are).
"Mmm, put me in, coach, you know I can score big..."
With that, he lifts her up off her feet and sits her down on the edge of the sink, keeping his arms wrapped around her middle so she doesn't slip. Now eye-to-eye with her, he gives her a grin and a squeeze before kissing her again, bodies pressed flush against one another.
A sudden shiver hits him, making him shudder under her touch. Sure, his skin is still damp, but the air in the room is still hot and humid, and there's no discernible draft. The chill seems to come from within him, and he frowns, a little bewildered.
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If he can try to sound smart, then by all means, she can toss baseball metaphors at him (he knows what metaphors are).
"Mmm, put me in, coach, you know I can score big..."
With that, he lifts her up off her feet and sits her down on the edge of the sink, keeping his arms wrapped around her middle so she doesn't slip. Now eye-to-eye with her, he gives her a grin and a squeeze before kissing her again, bodies pressed flush against one another.
A sudden shiver hits him, making him shudder under her touch. Sure, his skin is still damp, but the air in the room is still hot and humid, and there's no discernible draft. The chill seems to come from within him, and he frowns, a little bewildered.
"Whoa, that felt weird."