The steam clung to my skin, making me feel sticky and hot all over. My breath came fast, shallow, and I pressed my lips together to keep any sound from escaping. Shame curled in my stomach, but right beside it was something hotter, sharper, something that made my thighs squeeze together.
I told myself to stop. To turn away. To run back to my room before I did something foolish. But my body didn’t listen.
My eyes stayed glued to him as he turned slightly, giving me another view. The lines of his back, the way the muscles shifted as he reached up to scrub his hand over his neck, soap lather sliding across his skin before the water washed it away. His movements were slow, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. He had no idea I was there.
Every little detail pulled me deeper. Th
