He gave his skin a moment to adjust to the heat and then leaned back in the too-hot water, the burn giving way to a pleasant warmth. For a minute they sat opposite each other, legs slotted together and water settling. Things were admittedly tentative, and it was weird to see Louis this shy.
Louis pushed his toes along Harry’s calf. “You’re all the way over there.”
“I don’t want to crush you.”
“It’s water, Harry. And you’re hardly Goliath.”
So he moved carefully, arranging himself between Louis’ legs and leaning back against his chest, which was soft and smooth. Louis slipped his arms around Harry in return.