The bathroom door clicked shut behind them. Ethan didn’t bother with the light switch—only the faint blue glow from the streetlamp outside slipped through the frosted window, turning the white tiles ghostly and cold.
Steam was already curling up from the showerhead he’d turned on full blast the second they stepped inside.
Aria peeled off her shirt in one rough motion, letting it drop to the floor. Her skirt followed. No bra, no panties left to remove...she was already bare, skin still flushed and sticky from the kitchen, marked with the faint red imprint of his fingers on her hip and the darker bloom of his teeth on her throat.
Ethan stripped faster. Shirt yanked over his head, jeans shoved down and kicked off. His c**k was already thickening again, heavy between his thighs, glistening
