The heavy bathroom door swung open with a soft, decisive push, but Hazel didn't hear it over the steady drumming of water.
Inside the glass shower enclosure, she stood under the cascading spray, her eyes closed as water washed over her heated skin.
She was still wearing her matching black lace bra and panties, though the warm water had thoroughly soaked the thin fabric, turning the damp lace practically translucent under the soft bathroom lights, clinging tightly to her small breasts, her narrow waist, and curved hips.
Hazel wiped the water from her eyes, letting out a soft, shuddering breath, completely unaware that the bathroom door was no longer closed, or that Nicholas was standing right at the entrance, his dark gaze pinned directly onto her silhouette through the steam.
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