The gold faucet was turned, and thousands of of tepid drops streamed down Wu's back. His eyes fell to a close over and over each time, replaying what happened back at his girlfriend's home. The heat doused his skin, and the steam occupied the room as he stayed there for a while, thinking.
The cascade from the shower head didn't stop until he made it to. He got out of the bathroom, with water dripping down his hair, and it slowly made its way to his body and then the floor.
"Fuck" He cussed. Since he confessed his adoration, he didn't have a clue whether it was be best to stop or continue. He strangely wanted both, but one option was already fixed for him. He had to continue, and figure out a way to make sure his plan does work, and nothing gets in the way.
He dried himself and got dressed. Wu had to talk to Xin face to face about it because he needed his advice.
