I handed the bottle back over my right shoulder.
Bran huffed and spat as the hot water splashed over my head. “Dang, you’re short.”
“Didn’t seem to matter to you before.” I tilted my head back to catch some of the water while he reached over and adjusted the showerhead.
“Horizontally is a whole different matter,” he murmured into my ear.
February seems so far away…