“No. Of course I don’t,” he insisted, but his mind was less concerned with the fashion choices his young accomplice made and more on those hands touching him. He could feel their warmth through the thin robe and found it so damned sensual. But this wasn’t getting Alex clean.<br/><br/>“Better get in,” he urged. “Before the water gets too high.” He stole a quick peck on the lips, then moved to grab up a fresh washcloth and some towels. There was already soap there, but he had brought some of his own. There were a few different kinds he liked, but he went with one that he felt Alex would find equally enjoyable. It was better quality, made by hand. And for after, he brought out a small black pot of body conditioner that smelled of honey and roses. It suited Alex somehow.