"How about I wash yours first because mine is longer and will take more time. This is your gift so it make sense too. You get to have tart shampoo on your head!"

The Swede giggled and then kissed Mikkel's neck slightly before taking the shampoo and squirting a load into his hands, doing his best because he was drunk and didn't want to spill it all down the plughole.

"If you turn around I can start washing it."