“Wait…” she says quietly as she bites her lip.
I’ve known her long enough to know that she’s making a decision. I can see the moment it’s made.
“We haven’t had much time to talk, just us. Keep me company?” she asks softly.
“Are you sure?”
I follow her line of sight and see the bathroom. From where we’re standing, I can see that it has a curtain.
“Yeah, just let me get into the shower first and then you can come in and talk to me.”
“Sounds good,” I say, squeezing her hip. “While you get in, I’m going to go place my phone on the charger.”
“Okay.” She smiles.
Instinct takes over, making me bend to press a kiss to the top of her head. I hear her sharp inhale and smile against her.
“Go get in the shower. I’ll be right back.” I press another kiss to her temple.
Aurora ducks her head and walks past me. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to walk back to my room. After digging through my bag, I find my charger. It takes me a minute to find an open plug hiding behind a chair. With the phone charging, I head back to Aurora’s room.
Her door is shut, but I let myself in. The sound of running water from behind the bathroom door has me quietly groaning. My hand rests on the doorknob, and I lean my head against the door. Should I really go in there? It’s going to be tempting as fuck to be across the room from her while she’s naked and wet and not be able to touch her.
Raising my other hand, I gather the courage and knock.
“Come in,” she yells from the other side.
I turn the knob and step inside before shutting the door behind me. The bathroom is filled with steam already.
“Hi.” She smiles through the clear part of the curtain.
“Hey, how is it?” I want to smack myself for sounding so dumb.
“The water pressure is pretty great.” She turns, letting the water run over her hair.
“Good,” I say halfheartedly as I stare at her through the curtain.
Fuck. I didn’t think this through.
The top part of the shower curtain is clear and I can see from her shoulders up clear as day. The bottom part is white. What she doesn’t know though, is I can see her shadow through it and like the pervert I am, I watch every movement she makes, imagining her luscious body.
The way her chest sticks out as she washes the soap out of her hair. How her nipples are likely pebbled, not from the cold, but from being as turned on as I am. I watch as her hands run across every inch of her body as if it’s outlining a map it wants me to follow in extreme detail.
Leaning against the counter, I squeeze my cock, willing it to stay down. “Are you excited?”
“For my date with Ezra?” she questions.
“Yeah.” My eyes move back to her face in time to see her turn to face me.
“I am.” Her tone is hesitant.
“But…”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Out of the four of you, I know him the least. I want to, but he makes it hard. I don’t think he likes me much which is why I’m surprised he even asked me to go out with him. He made some excuse about going over expectations or something, but I’m not sure I trust his motives.”
The word hard on her lips is fucking torture.
Rein it the fuck in.
