The soft click of the bathroom door went unnoticed beneath the steady splash of water.
Steve stood under the stream, naked, water gliding over his toned back as he slowly ran a wet towel along his skin.
Dina lingered by the door, nude, her breath shallow. Her eyes swept over him—broad shoulders, lean waist, water tracing every contour. She hesitated, hand still on the knob, thoughts racing.
'Should I be here? What if he turns around? What if he doesn't want this?'
She nearly stepped back—nearly left. But then she remembered. The feel of her chest pressed to his back… her hand wrapped around his cock… the heat of his body, the way he didn't pull away.
Desire surged. She didn't move—she couldn't. She just watched, wanting more. Craving him.
'He accepted me back then… So why wouldn't he now?'
Dina stood frozen, her fingers slipping away from the doorknob. Her mind was racing, torn between desire and doubt.
