Neither of us moved at first.
Her forehead rested against mine, our breaths tangled, heartbeats racing. My hands were still locked around her waist, holding her up — holding her close — like if I let go, the moment might dissolve.
The water kept pouring around us, steam curling like silk. But all I could feel was her. Her skin against mine. Her heartbeat. Her breathing. The slight tremble still running through her thighs as her body clung to me, pulsing and warm and perfect.
I brushed a wet strand of hair from her cheek. She blinked slowly, her eyes still glossy from the high. There was a softness there now… something fragile.
I kissed her. Not like before — not hungry or demanding.
Just soft. Still.
She melted into it like her whole body sighed.
"I love you," I said again, this time slower. Like I was handing her something sacred.
Her eyes fluttered open. "I know," she whispered. "I felt it."
