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Then, at the same time, we lunged for one another.

Smacking each other with paintbrushes.

Covering skin and clothes.

Making a mess.

Avoiding whatever the hell moment that had just been.

The paintbrush-slash-sword fight only lasted a handful of seconds.

But it was effective.

Purple and orange paint stained any skin exposed of ours.

“Done?” Fi asked.

“Are you?”

She put her paintbrush down.

I did the same.

She offered her hand.

I took it.

I pulled her toward me.

“Now what do we do?” Fiona asked with a grin.

“We get cleaned up.”

“Big mess…”

I stared down at her.“Good thing I have a shower we can use.”

Chapter Seventeen

FIONA

First time I’ve showered with Riff?

Not even close.

First time sober showering with Riff?

Nope.

First time after painting each other in some kind of crazy-hot flirty type thing?

That’s a big time - YES.

I faced the water and felt its comforting warmth hitting my chest.

Waiting for Riff’s hands to replace the touch of the water.

He stood behind me, but not close enough to touch me.

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