* * * * *
Dean tugged on a pair of track
pants and paused in the bathroom long enough to pull back the curtain and land
a satisfying, wet smack on Andrei’s ass. He danced out of the way laughing as
Andrei spun with an indignant squawk to take a retaliatory swipe at him. “Ever
vigilant! Dude, after all these years you’d think you’d have learned. Be happy
I didn’t toss in cold water this time.”
Andrei jerked the shower curtain
closed again. “You should be happy I’ve got too much shampoo in my hair to
chase you down and beat your ass.”
Dean snickered and paused at the
mirror to run a comb over his cropped hair. “Got me shaking there, babe.
Seriously, I’m terrified.”
