Sensations Under Steam

The morning light filtered softly through the bathroom window, casting gentle patterns across the tiled walls. Leo adjusted the showerhead, letting the water heat up before stepping inside. The bathroom filled with steam and the scent of Becca's floral shampoo, an aroma now intimately familiar. Becca joined him, their skin almost glowing under the mist, the warm water pooling at their feet.

Leo reached for the soap, lathering his hands and beginning with Becca’s shoulders, slowly working down her back. She leaned into him, the hot water cascading between them, her sigh barely audible above the shower’s steady rhythm. He loved these slow, deliberate mornings when time seemed to elongate like the water streaming over their bodies.