Dionne
The steam was so thick it felt heavy, mixed with the smell of soap and nervous energy. I looked up at him, eyes heavy and blurry.
“Dad… can you please bathe me?” My voice was a soft whimper over the sound of the water. His hands drifted at first, knuckles white as he held the edge of the tile, but I kept asking, pleading. My voice shook with urgency that wasn’t just about the shower.
Finally he said yes. He took my sponge, put shower gel on it, made a thick white lather, turned the water on, and started washing me slowly.
“God this is so f*****g good.” It was so hot in here. The water ran slick over my hair and made every nerve tingle.
He washed down my arms and stomach. When his fingers got close to my boobs they stopped, hovering just an inch away, and started shaking. I woul
