"Mmm." It's getting chilly with the water off, now that there's no new steam being produced, and his skin is prickling in the cold. Where your body touches his, though, is warm and cosy.

"Clothes, I guess?" He sounds about as enthused about it as you do. "But...first."

Date tugs you up, gently but unrelentingly, til he has your mouth against his. He kisses you slowly, deliberately. Making a point - or proving one.

When he pulls back, his pupils are blown out, eyes dark and intense for a reason that has nothing to do with drugs or even lust (trust him on that one - you did quite a number on him).

"...Okay. Clothes."