"That's what I been tellin' you," I murmur, using a little more pressure to work some of the kinks out of his back, the water sloshing against the side of the tub, splashing the knee of my sweats.

"I keep lettin' you forget," I say, almost apologetically, the washcloth dropped carelessly across the edge of the tub and my hand working up into his hair.

Standing abruptly, I strip out of my shirt, my sweats, kicking them aside and murmuring, "Scoot up," so I can slip into the tub behind him. We got a big tub just for this, but it's still a snug fit, my knees on either side of him and his back pressed up against my chest.