As Callan stepped under the shower, the water ran over his body and steam filled the space.
His eyes were closed as he showered, but when he heard the door open, he turned immediately and opened his eyes in time to see Emily walk in, stark naked.
He froze. "What are you doing in here?"
She smirked. "Do I look like I came here to cook? I want to bathe with you of course."
He shook his head. "You know that's a bad idea."
"Why?" She asked as she stepped closer. "I think it's a very good idea. We get to conserve water."
"You know what I mean," Callan said.
"We don't have to do anything," she said softly.
He ran a hand through his wet hair. "You're making this hard."
Emily giggled as she looked down at his erection. "Yeah. I can see just how hard it is."
Callan glared at her though there was no much heat in it, "I don't mean that!"
She laughed again. "Of course, I know that too."
"Emily Williams," He groaned.
