Lydia wonders if there will ever be a time when every touch from Matt's fingertips won't feel like electricity. He's always striking just the perfect balance between soft and firm; always touches her with the right ease of his fingertips so that it doesn't necessarily tickle and distract her but that it's still light and sensual. Lydia chalks that up to the fact that he's been with probably plenty of women in his years because he's gorgeous. She isn't deluding herself into thinking that it's all about the connection he has with her specifically to be able to read that she enjoys that.

She laughs a little at the groan and takes his hand, giving it a little squeeze before she starts to move toward the shower. "No," she agrees as he starts to move, too, pushing the shower door open to guide her in. "We can't let that happen."

Lydia's arms circle around his neck and she draws him closer, shivering a little at the cold wall against her back and the way that it contrasts the warmth of the water flowing from the shower head. She draws him back down to kiss him again, arching her back away from the wall a little to press her body against his warmth.