"You're hot too, almost as hot as Sigurd." Mikkel looked over his shoulder, grinning, and winked at the Swede. It felt good to be able to flirt this intensely without his nervousness about sex creeping in, it still did sometimes with Sigurd.

"You're not getting out of this shower before I do." Mikkel was bratty but soon sighing from the relaxation. "I could massage your hands, too. Gloria is teaching me how."