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Added 2025-06-15 17:00:05 +0000 UTCThe mirror was fogged with heat, the kind that clings to your skin and seeps into your bones. I stood barefoot on the tiled floor, warm water still trickling from the shower behind me, my hair damp and curling at the ends.
He was already there β leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes dark and steady.
I met his gaze in the mirror.
He didnβt speak.
He didnβt have to.
The air between us was thick with something unspoken. Something waiting.
I reached for the towel draped beside me β not to cover myself, but to tease. I wrapped it loosely around my body, letting the edge slip just enough to reveal a little more with each step I took toward him.
His eyes followed every movement.
The bathroom was quiet except for the faint drip of water and the soft crackle of the candle on the counter. My fingers found his shirt. I pulled him in, slowly. Carefully. Like unwrapping something I already knew I wanted.
When he kissed me, it wasnβt rushed. It was deep, slow, with the kind of certainty that says weβve done this before, and weβll do it again.
He lifted me onto the counter, steam rising around us like a veil. My back arched to meet him, towel slipping away without resistance, replaced by hands β his β exploring, grounding, worshipping.
We didnβt speak.
We didnβt need to.
Just the sound of breath, the rhythm of touch, the soft thud of my heartbeat in my ears.
The mirror caught us in fragments β lips, shoulders, tangled fingers β a reflection of heat and want and trust. We moved like we were dancing in slow motion, every movement deliberate, every second stretched.
And when it was over, we stayed like that.
His forehead resting against mine.
His hand still holding my thigh.
My fingers curled into the back of his neck, refusing to let the moment go.
The steam didnβt clear, and neither did the feeling.
Whatever we shared in that quiet little room β it clung to me long after the water had gone cold.
