Sneaking into the bathroom, Roman didn't even think twice about watching Poppy shower. Thinking he was watching Claudia; it wasn't as if he was doing anything he hadn't done before. This was just the dirty games they played. How was he to know that Poppy was telling the truth?
When her body went closer to the shower door, brushing away the mist, he saw it. A tiny tattoo on her right hip with small thread and needle designed with a vintage flair, marking the fashion designer side of her. Stepping closer, Roman was in awe. Her soft delicate frame was perfect, and not so much as a scar from breast implants he remembered once being there.
What was going on? He never remembered a tattoo.
Roman's heart lurched in his chest as he watched this goddess run her hands over her body, washing away all her worries. Leaning against the tile wall, he could smell the soft scent of the shampoo as it trickled down her body, with bubbles caressing each curve.
