Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Chapter Thirty Five
Hallie
Steam makes the glass door of the shower foggy, but I still notice when Calvin slips into the
bathroom.
He knew I was showering. I had to work late tonight to get my current project finished on time,
and I have to go in to work tomorrow. I’m not sure how it will go, if he’ll truly make me take Hollis. I
want to go by myself and meet Charity for lunch, but I also can’t traipse through the city without my
phone, and I don’t know how to bring that up.
I’ve been agonizing about it in the background since Charity and I texted the other night. In her
texts since, the tone has changed a bit. She knows I’m spending time with Calvin, and she thinks that’s
why I’m ignoring her.
I mean, it is, but not the way she thinks.
It’s all stressing me out, so I thought a nice, hot shower would chase my cares away.
Apparently, Calvin thought the same thing.
He’s naked when the door slides open, but not yet aroused. I just finished rinsing the shampoo
out of my hair, so it’s dripping wet as I take a step back toward the wall.
“Can I help you with something?” I ask lightly.
Calvin steps forward, taking up more of my personal space than he has a right to.
Then he takes up more, pushing me back against the wall and caging me in with his arms.
Something must be wrong with me because my heart flips, but then I feel tension between my
thighs. I look up at him, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I can feel vulnerability glinting in my
eyes, and it must please him because his handsome mask of hardness softens just a bit and he caresses
my face with his now-wet hand.
Hot spray beats down on his muscular back and then my hands as I reach around him. I know I
need to hang on because he got in the shower with me for the first time the other day, and I definitely
needed a safety bar to hold onto.
It’s such a coupley thing to do, showering together.
His hands move lower and cup my ass, then he lifts me like I weigh nothing at all.
My stomach drops at the feeling of my feet leaving solid ground. I’m quick to secure my legs
around my waist even though I know he won’t drop me, but something feels off. Wrong. My head
swims a bit and I glance at the shower head.