"Haha, stop tickling, idiot!"
Eira's laughter echoed through the shower as warm water poured down from the rainfall showerhead, cascading over their bare bodies.
"Idiot, I said stop—!"
But Brandon only smiled, his arms wrapping tighter around her waist. "Nope," he said, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. "You're too cute when you're ticklish."
His lips brushed her skin before he pulled back just enough to kiss her.
Eira's flustered annoyance melted instantly as she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, her hands resting gently on his shoulders.
The sound of the water drowned everything else out, until the faint ringing of his phone broke through the haze.
Brandon paused.
Eira blinked her eyes open "Is that… your phone?"
"Yeah," Brandon murmured, pulling away reluctantly.
The water streamed down his body as he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
