Legitimate? Hell, it's the best reason he can possibly imagine. He loves the way she smells, the way she feels and the way she hums like that when he kisses her.

His hands follow in the wake of the jumpsuit, skimming her body, tickling over her ribs and gliding over her waist to press at her hips then on down her legs as far as he can reach without bending or breaking the kiss. Despite her attempt at softening that blow, he groans softly when she pulls away.

"Mmmm, we can't let that happen," he tells her as he reaches past her to push aside the shower door then starts to guide her back toward the shower stall.