Pierce stepped into the shower, the hot spray hitting his tired muscles. Moments later, the curtain slid back, and Cade stepped in, his eyes widening as the water cascaded over Pierce's frame. Without the dim lighting of the bedroom, Pierce's physique was striking—his muscles defined, his skin bronzed and glistening under the spray, looking like a living sculpture.
Cade stood frozen for a heartbeat, mesmerized by the sight of Pierce standing under the torrent of water. The droplets clung to the ridges of his abdominal muscles and tracked down the powerful lines of his thighs. This wasn't just the boy from last night; this was a man, raw and breathtakingly beautiful.
“God, Pierce…” Cade breathed, stepping into the spray. He didn't wait, reaching out to cup Pierce's wet, muscular waist. H
