"Fuck you," I mutter, still distantly embarrassed by that admission, 'cause it was a thousand times more intimate than if I'd said I wanted to fuck him.

"They said half an hour. I think," I snort. The lady on the phone didn't exactly speak English fluently.

Soaping up my palms, I start in on his shoulders, knowing full well he can do all this on his own, but it's a decent excuse to touch him, and I'm gonna take it.