LEAH
Steam curls around my ankles as I step into the bathroom and turn on the hot water. The light is soft and golden, glinting off the beautiful marble tiles and glass panels. The silence settles over me like a second skin, thick and expectant. The world seems to go quiet these days. Only the constant pounding of my heartbeat keeps my company.
I slip out of my dress gently, letting the fabric fall to the floor. My fingertips trace the curve of my hip, and my reflection stares back, my lips parted, cheeks flushed.
I know he’s coming, he's definitely coming.
And as if he could hear my thoughts, I hear his footsteps behind me. The door opens, but I don't flinch. He stands there, filling the door frame like some primal god made of muscle and fire. His eyes darken with desire and pass
