She has wondered sometimes if it was cruel of her to keep inviting him, tempting him.

She hoped that he knew that there was never any pressure there, and that it never bothered her that he turned her down. She hoped that he never felt pushed.

She makes room for him, making sure that she's not brushing up against him too much so he can decide what sort of "showering together" experience this is going to be.

She can't quite stop her greedy eyes from roaming though.

"That's being a little hard on yourself, don't you think?"

If he could manage burying his head between her legs for what felt like hours sometimes he could probably get through a shower.