Sophia’s pov
A shaky laugh left my throat. It even sounded dry to me too. But it was just an attempt to calm the electric hush that was hanging in the room.
My pulse hammered so violently in my chest. It seemed like it was ready to split my ribs. Reflex took over. I reached for the nearest folded towel that was on the rail. The cotton caught for some seconds and then it came free in my grip that was not steady.
Drops still fell from our hair and clothes, coating the pale ceramic until a thin sheet of water shone under our feet. The enclosed space turned close but also damp, though the shower had run cold.
I moved one step toward Victor. my hands shook as I raised the cloth and pressed it to his torso.
The fabric drank the moisture through his polo while my fingertips met the firm
