I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running. I realize Lucas isn’t in the bed next to me. I stand up. Stretching the sleep from my muscles and making my way to the bathroom attached to his room. I can smell the scent of his body wash wafting through the air. I step into the bathroom and spot him through the sliding glass shower door of his walk in shower.
I stay leaned against the doorway watching for a moment as he lathers the shampoo into his dark mane. The water and soap sliding effortlessly down his bulging biceps. Rolling further down his sculpted chest, like a waterfall over his washboard abs, and farther down past his v line. I couldn't tear my eyes away. The way his body moved. I found myself wishing his hands were on me. I could tell he sensed
