“Thanks,” Katie replied with a dopey grin. She missed the hint that she might not smell that great with the hint of a shower. “Prefect’s Bathroom when we get back?” She gave Lucy a knowing grin. “Does that sound fun?”
“Yes?” she cooed. Lightly, she traced little circles around her bellybutton.
“I’m sick of lying around,” she whined. “And you’ve been…denying yourself. Do you know of something else we can do about this?”