Gage spares me a glance over his shoulder and continues walking away, silently dismissing me.
"Join me." My voice is firm. Confident.
He halts. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes dare me to repeat it.
Stealing my spine, I accept the dare. "Join me."
Turning around to face me, he prowls forward with the confidence of a predator certain of claiming its prey.
What he doesn't know is that I want to be his prey. To be claimed.
He backs me into the shower stall, the force of the multiple jet sprays drenching me first and then him. Steam fills the vast space, fogging up the rectangular glass doors. Hot water scalds down, plastering Gage's maroon sweater and my knee length grey sweater to my body. My hair sticks to my face and I quickly push the strands away from my eyes, eyes which are
