Day Seventy-Seven…
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Nathan stood beneath the steady stream of warm water, letting it cascade over his shoulders and down his back, easing the tension from his muscles.
He looked at his right fist as a small curve formed on the corner of his lips. The sound of the shower filled the bathroom, a comforting white noise that enveloped him in tranquility.
'It feels satisfying, punching him…' Nathan thought to himself.
Just as he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, he heard the bathroom door swing open, and before he could react, Jane stepped inside. Her silhouette was blurred through the frosted glass, but he recognized her instantly.
"Nate, mind if I join you?" Her voice held a mischievous tone, and Nathan couldn't help but chuckle at her sudden intrusion.
"Sure, come on in," he replied, trying to mask his surprise. The idea of Jane joining him in the shower was unexpected but undeniably appealing.
