Athena was still in lost in her vivid imagination when the door eased open. Steam curled in the air, clinging to the mirrors and the walls.
Oliver stepped inside, and he froze.
He actually came in,on purpose, with the aim of teasing her a little, and earn that her flushed face when she's shy. But he was the one caught off guard.
Athena stood under the shower, water sliding down every curve of her body, her skin flushed a deep pink from heat or maybe something else entirely. Her hair clung wetly to her shoulders, her lips parted as though she'd just been caught mid-breath.
But what shocked him most wasn't her nakedness.
It was the way she looked at him.
Not a single flicker of embarrassment. No instinct to cover herself. Just those breathtaking eyes burning and restless, fixed on him like he was oxygen.
"...Athena," he breathed, his voice already rough.
And then she moved.
