The bathroom is already heated up and I quickly strip off my clothes, keeping an eye on the door, making sure that Hunter isn’t coming in yet. The warmth is welcome on my skin, and I shiver as the cold that has taken hold of me slowly lets go. I step under the spray, closing the curtain behind me, turning under the stream and putting my head under it, flushing the icy water from my hair. As I hold up my hand, my fingers are slowly coming back to a normal color.
Then the door to the bathroom opens and Hunter comes in. He puts three towels on hooks at the back of the door and starts to slowly undress. He is standing right in my sight through a small slit in the curtain. I know I should look away, not peek. But as I watch him undress—stripping the wet cloth away from his skin, revealing his
