She got into two good strokes before he was manhandling her, which was honestly far longer than she’d expected. He moved her through the water stream, drenching her hair in the process. Having already anticipated this reaction, she’d been ready. Instead of allowing herself to become trapped between him and the wall, she’d pushed back against him and slid down the wall until she was at just the right height. Flicking her tongue out to gently run it around the head while looking up at him. 