With a mixture of curiosity and a touch of nervousness, Jerry followed the path Lydia had taken. The bathroom door was ajar, a thin sliver of warm light spilling out into the hallway. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, summoning his courage, he gently pushed the door open.
The bathroom was filled with steam and the sound of rushing water. Through the mist, he could see the outline of Lydia as she stood under the shower. Droplets of water glistened on her skin, her silhouette both alluring and enigmatic. Jerry's breath caught in his throat as he watched, his thoughts racing as he debated whether to proceed.
Lydia turned slightly, her eyes locking onto his in the steamy haze. There was a flicker of surprise in her gaze, quickly followed by something that felt like understanding. She didn't say anything, and yet in that shared moment, it was as if they communicated volumes without uttering a word.
