Cassie wasn’t about to admit that she had never been inside a shower with a guy before and would deny the fact that the grin stretching across her face had nothing to do with the novelty of the situation at hand. It was the kind of grin, though, that spoke of how bashful she really was simply because it was her way to try and hide it away. Play cool. Be a cool girl. Ignore the fact that, even after the bout of hot sex, she was self-conscious of the fact that when she lifted her hands to scrub her fingers through her own hair to wet it under the water, it perked her breasts up so that the rigid nubs of her nipples were tilted up toward him like a welcome.<br/><br/>It was all further emphasized when he snatched her up and dragged her flush against his naked body. She slid like an eel against him, sensitized by the heat of her shower. Her own arms looped hard around his neck as she pushed her breasts against his firm chest and her pelvis brushed his, feeling the waning of his erection that had seemed massive just minutes before. Boldly, eyes watching his, she slid up and pressed her mouth firmly against his where he had only nuzzled her nose sweetly, moving her lips sweetly, but possessively.<br/><br/>She pulled back with a grin and a twinkle in her stare. Until, of course, he mentioned his other paramours. That darkened her features and furrowed her brows, had her slipping her arms from around his neck as she pulled back. “Oh. I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone el-- You were seeing anyone. You never mentioned anyone before…” She was trying not to sound jealous, like she didn’t feel a little ping, and even tried on a teasing grin. Her voice pitched, she tried to hide her own insecurities behind that attitude. “And what about tomorrow? You still want to be mine?”