Come shower with me?

You catch an Asian beauty standing at the edge of the shower, water already running hot behind the frosted glass.

You feel the steam before you even step inside, the air thick and warm against your skin, every surface slick with condensation.

You watch fingers trace slowly down a wet collarbone, an invitation so deliberate it pulls something tight in your chest and lower. You want to close the distance. You want to reach out and feel that warmth firsthand, skin against skin, the shower drowning out everything else.