“It’s kind of hot.”
“You’re kind of hot. Rinse your hair.”
“Yes, sir.” I laughed to myself as I leaned back into the spray, letting it wash the soap out. I switched places with Calvin so he could wash his own hair next. “You know,” I said quietly while feeling around for soap and snagging a washcloth. “I think I’m going to have a thing about you and showers.”
“Why’s that?” Calvin asked.
“Because just a few days ago, I was jacking off in mine to thoughts of you.”
His hands came over mine, and he took the soap while kissing my mouth. “Good.”
“Good?” I repeated.
His hands were on me again, washing me with the cloth. “Yeah, because I was doing the same thing.”
“I can’t imagine that.”
“You doubt how sexy you are.”
I snorted. “Have you been paying much attention?”
“Plenty.” Calvin bent down to scrub my legs. “I’m not the one with a vision impairment.”
“Oh, low blow.”
He chuckled. “I think you’re fucking gorgeous, baby. Whether you want to believe that or not is your call.” He stood, turned me around, and ran the washcloth over my back and ass. “Just know that no amount of frumpy sweaters will ever make me think different.”
“Shopping is difficult for me,” I admitted.
“Why?”
“Colors. The world depends so much on its ability to see color. Colors provoke emotions, and maybe it sounds stupid to you, but I get so stressed out trying to understand if a yellow shirt is going to clash with the rest of my attire that I want… to cry.” Now I knew how dumb that sounded. I was essentially crying over spilled milk while an Army veteran cried over massacred children.
Calvin turned me around and kissed me.
I wrapped my arms underneath his and held on to him for a moment. “I used to try more,” I added. “I had a fashion color wheel and everything, but it was just too much work. It’s easier to trust my dad to buy a bag of secondhand crap for me in white, gray, and black, which he says can’t clash no matter what.”
“I can solve this for you,” Calvin said.
“Really? Complete human eye transplants?” I asked hopefully.
“No, just go around naked.”
“That doesn’t solve shit.”
“It’ll make me happy, though.”
I laughed and shoved Calvin playfully. “Ass. Give me that,” I said, grabbing the cloth and soap. I started scrubbing his chest and arms.
When we finished washing each other down, which I’ve never ever done with a guy before but was pretty fun and intimate, we got out and toweled off. I popped my lenses in so Calvin wouldn’t have to shave in the dark.
He paused from lathering his face to hold mine and stare curiously at my eyes. “So they do make your eyes dark.”
“Yeah. Extra protection, like a second pair of sunglasses.”
“And if you don’t wear them?”
“Everything’s just too bright.”
