Octavia thought it was kind of a given that the breathing room thing wouldn't kick in until later, anyway. And despite what his brain tried to tell him, she hadn't asked for a break.

And right now, her foolish brain was of the mind that shower makeouts might even help.

But after a moment... okay, several, she pulled back to catch her breath. "Okay," she sighed. "Rinsing off, then leg, then... We see what happens."

She was going to make him put his hands on her leg. She already knew what would happen.