Right. They should shower. Or skip the shower and just move into the bedroom. Except that thought still made him slightly nervous, and maybe the shower would help him relax too, because at the moment he was thinking too much about making sure he did everything right, without prior experience to know just what that even meant, exactly. And he felt like he should say something, considering he was all but staring at her, but somehow anything he could think of to say wasn't enough.
So he just gave up, and reached a hand in to test the water, before stepping into the shower, and then offering her his hand, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.
But he did relax under the water, finding it easier to concentrate on her, and the fact that he'd been the one to suggest that they do this, and so he did what he'd suggested to get her there in the first place.
There was something exceedingly calming about gently lathering her hair with shampoo, and then rinsing it out. Though the entire experience also built up his anticipation, making him want to rush and slow down simultaneously, a maddening combination. And so in between rinsing and conditioning he stole opportunities, kissing her neck, running his hands over her completely exposed skin, while playing coy if she tried anything herself.
And then, with her hair completely rinsed clean, he guided her to look at him, the last lingering question in his eyes, though he had little doubt as to how she would answer.