Summary:

That eyebrow creeps higher, and Shane is overcome with the desire to kiss it. “You worry about water waste? This way, we are having one shower instead of two. It’s more- what do you call it?” A moment, and then a blooming smile. “Economical.” “Sure,” Shane says, and there’s a laugh to his words. He scrubs his hands through his hair, working up a lather, and Ilya just leans against the wall and watches. He isn’t touching himself, but there’s a look in his face that makes Shane want to preen. He wasn’t lying about wanting to conserve water, though, and he knows that it’s only a matter of time before the spray goes cold, and so he squeezes out another dollop, gestures for Ilya to approach. “Let me get your hair.” Instantly: “No.”