"Oh, I have a shower that you can totally use." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Kami blinked a bit, the faintest of color rising to her cheeks at the combination of a) her casual offer of her personal space and b) the almost immediate (tempting) image of a naked Shae in her personal space. She knew she had fewer hang-ups about some things than other people but this was getting almost ludicrous. Since when did she drag home strange men and push them into her shower?
Since now, apparently. If she tried to puzzle it out, it only hurt her head. He was familiar and tantalizing and interesting and hot as hell. There were lines that nice girls didn't cross but he looked so tired and she really, really wanted to help. It had nothing to do with the thought of him shirtless. Oh, no. Nothing at all.
Taking the bag from him, she gave a little shrug and rewarded him with a warm, welcoming smile. Then she tossed the bag aside without looking. "What the hell, hmm?" she murmured. Her dark eyes swept up and down his lean frame, pausing here and there as she went. Again she felt the mix of attraction and comfort. It would be safe. Sure, it would. She stepped forward and took his hand again before turning around and tugging him along behind her down the short hallway to her white and black bathroom. "I promise I won't walk in and play Psycho on you, Shae," she giggled. "Or anything else."