I couldn’t argue with that. By the time we reached the cabin steps, both of us were sweaty and covered in bits of leaves and dirt.
Mason wrinkled his nose slightly as he brushed something off his arm.
“Okay,” he said. “I might need a shower.”
I opened the door and stepped inside.
“Funny,” I said casually, kicking the door shut behind him. “I was thinking the same thing.”
He followed me down the short hallway, pausing when I pushed open the bathroom door.
The shower was small but functional. Enough space for one person comfortably. Two would be a squeeze. I leaned against the doorframe and folded my arms, watching him.
“We could save water,” I said.
Mason blinked.
“Save water,” he repeated.
“Yeah.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as realization dawned.
“You’re suggesting we shower together?”
“I am,” I told him.
He stared at me for a long second. Then a slow smile spread across his face.
“You’re very environmentally conscious,” he said.
“I try.”
He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of his skin.
“You say that,” he murmured, “but something tells me that’s not your main motivation.”
I shrugged. “Multiple benefits.”
Mason huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” I said softly, reaching out to hook a finger lightly through the hem of the shirt he was still wearing, “you’re still here.”
His breath caught just slightly. For a moment neither of us moved. Then Mason pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it toward the sink.
“Well,” he said, turning toward the shower, “we shouldn’t waste water.”
I grinned and followed him in. The warm spray hit my shoulders first, steam quickly filling the small space. Mason stood under the water, tilting his head back as it soaked through his hair.
For a moment I just watched him. The way droplets ran down the line of his neck, and how his shoulders relaxed as the heat worked into his muscles. Eventually he noticed the staring.
“You planning on just watching?” he asked.
“Considering it,” I answered.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezing some into his palm.
“Turn around.”
