June
It’s happening again.
Much to my delight, of course.
This time, it’s vivid… so vivid. The place is unfamiliar but familiar. It's dreamlike and drenched in warmth.
It's a bathroom, but not just any bathroom.
It’s exquisite and classy. The kind you see in five-star hotel ads with gold fixtures and walls that gleam.
And I’m under the shower. Naked as hot water slides down my skin like silk.
But I don’t see him.
Why?
Then — I hear the door creak open slowly.
He walks in.
Good Lord.
He’s naked, too.
Is that… is that how I imagine his full physique under broad, unforgiving light?
Because damn.
He doesn’t speak — not yet — but his eyes do. Dark and stormy, like always. He shuts the door behind him with intent.
Water keeps pouring over me, steam curling around my body like sil
