The morning of February 15th, Jade was standing in the hotel shower, psyching herself up for the evening when the glass door to the shower opened and a body came in behind her, wrapping arms around her from behind. She tilted her head to the side as lips started traveling up her neck.
She knew she didn’t have time for this, but it felt so good that she let it happen. She let Perrie massage shampoo into her hair and wash her back and she returned the favor. Even over the pitter patter of the high pressure shower, Jade could hear her phone ringing, but she ignored it.
“Are you nervous?” Perrie asked after they’d silently been washing each other’s bodies for several minutes.
Jade wanted to say she was nervous, because she was, but not for the reasons that Perrie would have assumed. Perrie
