The bathroom was already a mess with clothes laying over here and there. The warm shower kept pouring on a minimum just to maintain the humidity. On the wet floor, the warm puddles evaporated, swarming a soft musky fragrance of the soap and shampoo. Thick fog floated in the air, thinly covering two naked bodies amid the dewy glass wall.
Marvel and I were engaged in a hot, passionate kiss while hugging each other. Each surface of our skin that touched was slippery as we were covered in white foams.
We were told to hold back and we understand that we should, and yet…
When Marvel invited me to shower together, I didn't refuse despite knowing the true motive behind it. I just loved being held by him, and I did more than I realized it. While watching his mouth-watering features that pleased my eyes, at the same time, I was offended by how unfairly perfect his physique was compared to mine.
