Roger let out a little noise of surprise, hands steadying her when she came back up. "Yeah, probably not," he agreed, now wanting nothing more than to bend her over, but he knew she was drunk and sick and wouldn't take advantage of that. Instead, he tried to ignore the way it teased when she pressed against him and took the bottle from her hands. "Don't close your eyes, it makes it worse," he said softly, pouring some shampoo into his hands and working it through her long hair. "And if the room starts to spin, tilt your head up and keep it still."
He took his time, massaging his fingers against her scalp, carefully so as not to tangle her hair. He pressed his thumbs along the nape of her neck, her shoulders. Then he carefully turned her around to rinse her hair clean, holding her close against him. "You really did a number on yourself just to teach me a lesson," he said, dropping a kiss against her forehead. He reached for her pink body thing but left it there, opting instead for his bar of soap. She was going to smell like him for the rest of the night. He carefully pulled her hair to the side, then eased his soapy hand along her neck and down her chest, washing away any trace of the lime and tequila and salt and fucking Gavin Chambers the water hadn't already washed off.
"Mine," he said, fingers skimming along her hard nipples, then trailing down along her stomach, slick from the water. "And if Chambers ever touches you again I'm going to rip his nuts off." Not a threat, just a promise.