Chapter 2
The shower felt incredible. Massaging heat. Pebbled floors. Icy rainwater sluicing away down the drain. Holly’s ludicrously expensive apple-scented body wash and John’s ocean-spray cleanness. His own shampoo, light and woodsy and familiar.
Ryan turned his hair into foamy spikes just because. Pondered how he’d look with a new haircut to go with a proposed new name. Caught sight of their collection of shower lube, bottles arranged in tidy formation because they’d each independently remembered to buy more and had come home with three different new brands and John had shrugged and said, “Why not test them all and compare?”
Shampoo sliding into one eye, he thought about his partners. He thought about the crinkles at the corners of John’s eyes and the welcome in that kiss. He though
