She rolled her eyes, but there was no real anger in it. Just fond exasperation. She grabbed the shampoo, squirted some into her palm, and started working it into her hair.
"Hey," she said softly, "I knew this kind of thing would happen the second I signed up to be your side piece. I'm not mad."
I kissed her slow and grateful. "You're the best. Not a side piece. Every single one of you. You know that, right?"
She smirked, rinsing suds from her hair. "I know. Now think fast, genius. How are you getting out of here without Ivy seeing you naked in my shower?"
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Easy. You go out first, tell her you need her to grab something from your bedroom—phone charger, whatever. I'll slip out while she's gone. Then you do the whole 'Hey, look who stopped by to fix the keyboard!' routine."
Delilah nodded, already turning off the water. "Smooth. I love you, Evan Marlowe."
I kissed her one last time, soft and lingering. "I love you too."
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