[Poggio]

He simply pointed, pressed against the other, lips locked in battle. Idly he reached out pushing the door out of the way. Only their upper bodies managed to wiggle free of the clothing before Galvin found the knobs that activated the shower. Warm water seeped between their limbs as Galvin started to clean Ambrosia the best way he could.

(Hot, wet tight jeans. Have fun getting those off )