Mia turned to retort, but her lips had barely parted when she lost her voice. Tino was shirtless, and maybe he wasn't a God, but it was a soccer player's body, and it was his, a body she'd seen all of a few times.
She lost her train of thought for a moment, before finally managing to blurt out, "Get it yourself," as she stepped into the shower, clothes and all. It wasn't entirely warm yet, but that was probably for the best.