Rogue's observation brought Jean up short. They were already touching, so what had Anna meant? Being able to read other's thoughts didn't mean that she could understand them. Trying to puzzle out what Anna meant, she ran the bar of soap over her breasts distractedly.
"Yes, you are. But do you want to touch me more? Or is it that you want to be touched yourself?"
Sitting up in the bath, she reached out her hands and ran them over the brunette's legs. In the process she lost the soap again, making her grumble. Why did they make it so slippery?
"Do you like to be touched, Anna? Is it something you miss?"