"For the record, I like you too," he said as she pushed into the shower with him, giving her space to step under the flow. "And we<i>do</i>have plenty of fun as it is. The sex is just<i>more</i>fun. Like, uh... y'know, the cherry on the sundae. We've already got a whole bowl of ice cream and hot fudge and substantial good times. The fact that we can add sex to the list of activities is just a nice treat that I'm glad to have." He shrugged lightly and ran his hands through his hair, scrubbing at the sweat that already felt dried onto his scalp.<br/><br/>His eyes opened again when she asked, and he looked up at the shower head as he considered the question. Cassie was a sweet girl. A loving one. She had a lot to give, and as far as Matt knew, not a lot of people to give it to. He had never been much for relationships, but one with her wouldn't be unpleasant. He looked back down at her, inspecting her big blue eyes, soft lips, flushed cheeks. Oh yes, he decided. Someone as sweet, loving, and hopeful as her didn't deserve the pain of rejection. "Well, I think we should discuss it more when we're not both naked in the shower," he teased, his voice soft, but his arms lifted to grasp her waist. He tugged her close and nuzzled his nose against hers, a small smirk on his lips.<br/><br/>"But... well, Cass, baby, we're what you want us to be. If you only want friends with benefits, that's okay. If you wanna avoid labels, we don't need one at all. If you want me to be your dedicated boyfriend, here I am." He winked at her. "All my other paramours will be deeply disappointed, though. There's a lot of queens in this city." He wondered if she knew about that bit of terminology, but brushed past it with a small kiss to her lips. "Either way, right now, I'm as yours as you want me to be."