Zara
We stumble into the bathroom together, the door clicking shut behind us as the cool tile floor meets my bare feet and the air shifts from the bedroom's warmth to something sharper, charged with anticipation.
Locke's hands are already on me, his mouth taking mine in a hungry kiss that tastes like fire and need, his tongue sliding deep while his fingers tangle in my hair. I press closer, feeling the hard line of his body against mine, my breasts flattening against his chest as our breaths mingle hot and fast.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to reach for the walk-in shower faucet, twisting it on so water rushes out in a steady hiss, steam beginning to curl up and fog the mirror above the sink. The sound echoes around the massive bathroom, mingling with our ragged breathing.
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