As I set down my phone, a surprising and unfamiliar restlessness pulsed through me. Thoughts of Liam Harrington swirled in my mind, intensifying a sensation that was both perplexing and undeniably alluring. It was strange, this sudden, almost primal reaction to a man I barely knew, but there it was, undeniable and increasingly insistent.
Trying to shake off the feeling seemed futile; it clung to me like a second skin, sending a warm flush across my body. I reached for the shower wand, detaching it from its hook. The warm water had always been my sanctuary, a place where I could wash away the stress of the day, clear my mind, focus. But tonight, it seemed, had other plans.
As I adjusted the water flow, a tingling sensation crept over me. My thoughts, unbidden, conjured images of Liam – th
