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stuff.”
    She laughed. “Stop being a creep and get under the water while it’s still hot. I swear, this building has a water heater the size of a can of Coke.”
    I grinned—had I ever grinned so much?—and stepped into the tub just as Britt was rinsing the shampoo from her hair. She blindly reached for the conditioner, but I snatched the bottle from her hand.
    “You put this garbage on your hair?” I demanded. It was generic drugstore conditioner, nowhere near worthy of Britt’s silky waves. “What, are you trying to go bald?”
    “Cheap conditioner has never made anyone lose their hair,” she said. “It works just fine.”
    “I know what I’m getting you for Christmas,” I muttered as I opened the bottle and poured a palmful into my hand. With stuff this terrible, the standard quarter-sized application just wouldn’t do. I massaged the creamy liquid into Britt’s hair, drawing the long strands through my fingers. If I could concentrate on her hair, maybe I could forget about the rest of her.
    Just as I had that thought, Britt turned around and faced me. “Now, I know you’re gay,” she said, pouting.
    “Proper hair care is what designates one as gay?”
    “No, the fact that I’m standing here naked and you’re more interested in my brand of conditioner than me.”
    I glanced down at Britt’s face, worried that I’d upset her, but found her wearing a shit-eating grin. “Don’t you worry, darlin’, you’re still the second hottest girl here,” I said, then I gave her breast a tweak with my slippery fingers. Before I did anything stupid—well, more stupid than what I’d already done—I backed her under the spray and rinsed her hair.
    “Listen,” I said, pressing my face against the top of her head as the warm water cascaded over us, “I’m sorry about last night. Real sorry. I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have gotten in bed with you, and I’m sorry for—”
    “Hey.” Britt touched her fingers to my mouth. “It’s okay. I mean, we mostly just kissed, and I like kissing.”
    “Do you now?” I tilted her chin upward and rubbed my thumb across her lower lip. “There’s something about you, Britannica Lynn.”
    “My middle name isn’t Lynn.”
    “Oh? What is it, then?”
    “Janet.”
    “Britannica Janet doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.” I draped my arms around her waist, and added, “When you’re with me, you’re my Britannica Lynn.”
    “Am I?” she asked, arching a single brow.
    “You surely are,” I said, and then I kissed her. I mean, she just said how much she liked kissing, so I was doing her a favor. A kindness, really. The fact that I’d been trying to figure out how to kiss her again since she’d kissed me awake had nothing to do with it. The fact that my cock was standing up straight as a flagpole, well, that was relevant. So relevant it was scaring the shit out of me.
    All at once, the hot water we’d been standing under turned Arctic. We shrieked as we broke apart, Britt fumbling at the faucet handles while I jumped out of the tub and grabbed some towels. Once Britt had the water off she fled the tub as well, and I wrapped a towel around her.
    “That was fucking cold,” I said through chattering teeth. At least the icy water made my cock go down.
    “Like I said, hot water heater the size of a Coke can.” Britt wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine, warming us both.
    “At least you got all of that vile slop out of your hair,” I said, rubbing her back dry with the towel.
    Britt stood on her toes and kissed my nose, the tips of her breasts brushing my chest. “Product snob.” With that she freed herself, twisted her hair up in a towel and left the bathroom. I followed, and found Britt rooting around in a dresser drawer. She found what she was after and pulled on a pair of black panties. Figuring naked time was over, I picked up the heap of my clothes.
    “Aww, shit,” I said when I touched something damp. I’d