JUSTIN POV
I heard the water running before I opened the door. The sound was soft, rhythmic, almost hypnotic—but not as much as the silhouette behind the glass.
June stood under the spray, rinsing shampoo from her hair, her head tilted back, exposing the curve of her neck. The water trailed down her bare body in long, slow rivulets that I wanted to trace with my tongue. She hadn't heard me come in, too lost in her own little world.
Perfect.
The sound of water running over her skin might've been holy—if I wasn't thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her. She was rinsing her hair, oblivious to me stepping in behind her. Steam curled around her body like a veil, but nothing could hide her from me. Not when she looked like that—wet, bare, beautiful, and mine.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pressing my chest to her back. She gasped, but didn't move away. Her body softened into mine like she was waiting for it.
