Her eyes burned from the lack of sleep. Her thighs felt like spaghetti. She’d either ridden Ash or clutched him close with her legs for the last half of the night, until they’d passed out in exhaustion. Ash mumbled something when he squeezed past her to pee while she tested the water temperature in the shower. She slapped his ass. “Aren’t you the cheerful one.” “You should talk. Have you seen your hair?” She pushed the matted mess away from her face, not wanting to see exactly what had parts of it glued together. Her styling gel didn’t dry that hard. “You should be thanking me, smart ass.” She stepped under the spray and let it soak her hair. The hot water felt like heaven on her stiff muscles. “I’ll thank you, all right.” He followed her into the small space and picked up her shower gel. Squeezing some into his hands, he rubbed them together before working on Bree’s front.
