Eloise’s POV
The steam from Wayne’s shower hits the bathroom’s glass. The effect firmly masks his naked silhouette, exactly what I need because having his nudity in my phone is crossing the line.
I’m in my nightie; a pair of pink spaghetti straps top that wraps tightly to my big t**s, and barely gives me a chance to breathe, while the bottom is a pair of matching pink shorts, so tiny that the hem of it stops halfway down my bum cheeks.
On second thought, I switch over to my OnlyFans site. No one gets to see it if it's saved in my draft, right? It always ends up wasted but the thrill of getting seen feels better than just recording.
I have so many notifications, surprisingly… I want to click on them but I pause, remembering Wayne is a flash in the bathroom.
‘This can wait.’ I go st
