184 A hurricane

Max's smile widened at her words. "Am I on your mind all the time?"

"Well… most of the time.", Liz corrected herself.

"Ah, now I demand an explanation."

Liz giggled. "It's getting late. How about we shower and get into something more comfortable?"

Max approved. "Mmm… more comfortable. I like that."

Max stood up and led the way downstairs.

... 

Liz was surprised that even though the shower is so much smaller than the one in their apartment, Max was behaving. He washed her back and demanded that she washes his, but there was no touching below the waist area.

Liz was wearing Max's t-shirt and his boxer shorts when she scooted in the bed next to him.

Max turned the main lights off, leaving one side lamp on with just enough light for them to see each other, confirming to Liz that he does not plan to sleep yet.