Simple geometry. Sam let out a low groan, letting go of his robe. Served her right, she supposed, for making that crack about her bra. And, since she was thinking about it, she shucked it off and threw it against the wall, before she started pulling down on the robe instead.

...okay, he was going commando.

She could work with that.

Her eyes ran up and down the length of his body for a moment. "You're so fucking hot," she muttered. Way too good-looking for her, truth be told. She'd had the hot springs to hide her boney, faulted body last time. Maybe the shower was a good idea. "Go for it."