Yes, that’s what I should do.
But instead, I close the door behind me and step further into the room.
And that’s when I hear a sound that cuts me wide open and burns straight through my chest.
“Jace…”
I go completely still, every muscle in my body locking down like I’ve just heard a gun click behind my head.
She’s…saying my name?
No.
She’s moaning it.
Soft and breathless like a prayer caught on her tongue.
Fucking hell.
My cock jerks to life like it’s been summoned. Every rational thought leaves my mind as I cross the room.
She’s left the bathroom door slightly open. Steam curls from around it, making the air smell like body wash and temptation.
I press a hand to the doorframe, my other hand clenching tight at my side.
This is wrong. I should leave.
But she’s moaning my name. She’s ignoring me downstairs and moaning my name up here.
I push the door open before I can stop myself and step inside.
The glass is fogged, but I can still see the outline of her body. She’s in the shower, back to me, water cascading down her body in ribbons.
And she’s touching herself.
Her head is tipped back under the spray, one arm braced against the tile, the other already moving between her thighs.
“Jace,” she gasps again, completely unaware I’m watching.
I freeze, my heart pounding. I’m so hard it hurts, my dick swelling thick inside my shorts.
I bite down, jaw clenching, blood running hot, and mind going blank.
My hand drops to my cock, palming myself through the fabric. I watch the way her hips twitch and grind, the swell of her full breasts as they move up and down, her wet hair trailing down her back like a waterfall.
She’s so fucking beautiful it makes my heart ache.
Because I can’t have her the way I want—openly and loudly.
And she’s avoiding me. Pretending like I don’t exist.
I step closer to the fogged glass door and slowly slide it open.
She hears it—eyes snapping open.
She gasps, scrambling to cover herself, hand yanking away from between her legs, the other crossing over her chest.
“What the hell are you doing in here?!”
