The warm water from the shower fell over us like a gentle waterfall, enveloping us in a mist that erased the outside world. Caleb had me against the tiled wall, his body pressed against mine, his ebony skin glistening beneath the water, a beautiful contrast to my white skin that made every touch feel like a living work of art. His hands, large and strong, ran down my back, down to my waist, pulling me closer as our lips fused in a deep, wet kiss that quickened my pulse. The bond we had created that night wasn't like the math bond with Ethan—it wasn't forced, it wasn't painful—it was free, passionate, and it made me feel alive in a way I'd never experienced before.
"You're shivering, Hil," he murmured against my mouth, his voice husky, his fingers tracing patterns on my damp skin. "It's no
