TCG: Chapter 8

"Do you wanna take a shower together?" I asked Miall as I lifted my head from his lap.

"Yes," he agreed immediately as he slid his hands under my neck and knees, respectively, walking us to the bathroom. He sat me down on the vanity and grunted. "Arms."

I lifted my arms, and he tore off his shirt; I looked at the buttons popping off in horror. Why would he do that?

"Ah," I squeaked, looking at the shirt. "I liked this one," I whispered, and he shrugged.

"I have more husband shirts for you," he blushed, and I smiled, touching his ears. He kissed my fingers and leaned towards me. "It's really taking everything in me not to jump on you right now," he whispered in my ear, and I laughed, hugging him.

"If you do that, you might squash me to death," I whispered back, and he snorted as he leaned back.

"Let's take a shower, yes?"

"Yes," I nodded as he walked us to the shower and opened the water.

"What the heck!" I screamed as I felt the cold water rush over me. Miall only smirked and coyly apo