Lydia smiles a little as he finishes working his fingers through her hair, impressed when he manages not to get them too tangled in there. It's impossible not to get a little tangled, that much she knows from experience. "I'm sure it will," she agrees with a smirk.

She moves one of her hands away from his back to swipe her fingers over her forehead when she feels some suds starting to slip down and then she opens her eyes to look back up at him when she's sure that she isn't going to get soap in them. "Matt...?" she asks softly, wetting her lips and studying his face.

The shower is probably not the best time to have this discussion, but all she can think about in the moment when he's washing her hair and they're sharing a shower — something she's never let any man do with her up to this point — is how much the three words she's been avoiding sharing have been threatening to bubble up to the surface and out of her and how scared she is that it'll spook him if they slip out of her rather than her just saying it intentionally and letting him know that it's okay if he doesn't share the sentiment yet. Or ever. ...but preferably yet, if she has to choose between the two.