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“Wait,” he says with one hand. His lips move but make no
sound. I realize in the absence of cameras there might still
be microphones in the bathroom. Adam looks around and
back and forth and everywhere.
He stops looking.
The shower is 4 walls of marbled glass and he’s sliding the
glass open before I have any idea what’s happening. He
flips the spray on at full power and the sound of water is
rushing through, rumbling through the room, muffling
everything as it thunders into the emptiness around us. The
mirror is already fogging up on account of the steam and
just as I think I’m beginning to understand his plan he pulls
me into his arms and lifts me into the shower.
My screams are vapor, wisps of gasps I can’t grasp.
Hot water is puddling in my clothes. It’s pelting my hair
and pouring down my neck but all I feel are his hands
around my waist. I want to cry out for all the wrong reasons.
His eyes pin me in place. His urgency ignites my bones.
Rivulets of water snake their way down the polished planes
of his face and his fingers press me up against the wall.
His lips his lips his lips his lips his lips
My eyes are fighting not to flutter
My legs have won the right to tremble
My skin is scorched everywhere he’s not touching me.
His lips are so close to my ear I’m water and nothing and
everything and melting into a wanting so desperate it burns
as I swallow it down.
“I can touch you,” he says, and I wonder why there are
hummingbirds in my heart. “I didn’t understand until the
other night,” he murmurs, and I’m too drunk to digest the
weight of anything but his body hovering so close to mine.
“Juliette—” His body presses closer and I realize I’m paying
attention to nothing but the dandelions blowing wishes in
my lungs. My eyes snap open and he licks his bottom lip for
the smallest second and something in my brain bursts to
life.