Charlotte hummed softly, keeping her eyes closed as Evan rinsed the rose-scented shampoo from her hair, leaning back against his chest. She probably shouldn't have felt as comfortable with him as she did, but Evan was just... he was good. He was sweet. This felt right.
"Me too," she said. "Novels, mostly. And cook books. Maybe after we're clean I can bake you cookies." Cookies weren't sexy. Cookies might stop her from throwing herself at Evan.
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