Anne wanted to find a way to escape his skillful hands lathering her all up with soap in a wide bath that fit them both comfortably where she was sitting between his legs, surrounded by every rigid form of his body, she knew from last night's experience that he was deliberately teasing her body again with the way he was slowly, so tentatively soaping her up, so she splashed soapy water all over his face, laughing at how the foam clung to his hair and some trailed down his nose.
His expression stiffened and her laughter ceased, for a moment she almost thought he was angry.
Had she woken up the angry tornado again?
Anne bit her fingertip wanting to apologize, but before the words could slip out of her he splattered a handful of foam on her cheeks.
Perhaps she looked hilarious because he started laughing too, the only other time she had seen him laugh like this was the other day at the kitchen.
