Lysa
I step into the shower, the warm water soothing my skin. I'm shop for the shower door opens again in and Vance follows, his presence filling the small space with an electric tension. No one has ever seen me outside of my clothes other than my parents when I was a baby. I can't help straight feel a little self-conscious. I can feel his eyes on me as I stand there, shy and nervous, the events of the food fight still fresh in my mind. I'm a mess, covered in remnants of the battle, but he doesn't seem to mind. His movements are gentle as he reaches for the shower gel, pouring some into his palm before stepping closer.
I hold my breath as he begins to wash my shoulders, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I'm acutely aware of my nervousness, my body stiffening despite my efforts to
