Gary and Libby; Take Two

I shower lazily, stretching muscles i didnt even know i had under the wide head of the chrome rainfall faucet. I lather the peach and mango shower gel into my skin, the aroma making both myself, and our bathroom for the week, smell like the rest of the island. -Luscious and summery. When i turn, allowing the water to splatter against my shoulders and ease the stiffness of the muscles there, a familiar silhouette is shadowing the frosted glass to the shower door. I smile; "Youre not a big fan of privacy, are you?" "With you? Naked? Never." The sleazy reply comes over the sound of the cascade of water and my smile slips into grin. I turn, only to cease the flow of water and the silence that descends is the same quietly charged silence that has become so common between us. "Throw me a towel." "Not a chance," I watch as Gary moves out of sight, away towards the mirrors above the sinks."Come out and get it." "Gary dont be an arse...