Deanna like that he wasn't a talker, people talked too much at times, and just being with someone like this, was very personal sexual wise, something she wasn't into, but something he made comfortable for her, she's not even sure how.
Smiling as she pushed her hair back, Deanna stepped forward, her hand reclaiming his penis, as she leaned up to kiss him again, this time, pushing him against the shower wall.