Still Grace's P.O.V.

Did I? Did I love him? I pictured him in my head, that innocent smile, the richest of eyes, and a heart of pure gold, all indicators pointed to yes, I did love him. But did I? It was far too soon to tell, it has to be. I'll wait just a little while longer, to clarify everything.

I listened to the water in the shower, visualising how it would be falling among his beautiful body, his drenched curls slicked back, his lean body on display...but with no spectator. I craved and begged to be in that shower with him, to be running my explorative hands along those toned abs...okay, I'm not afraid to admit it, I feel particularly sexually frustrated today. But deep down I knew he was too shy for any of that, he'd come out of his shell...eventually.

I focused on bathing myself, washing my hair and everything else I had to do, I shaved, scrubbed, you name it.

When I was finished, I pulled out the plug from the bath and let the water drain away whilst I wrapped my hair up in my hair towel. I reached out for the normal towel to wrap around my body...but it wasn't there!

"Oh flip!" I hissed as I realised that I had left it in the bedroom.

I couldn't go and get it, I promised Mike I wouldn't pass the shower while he was still in there, but standing here dripping wet and freezing wasn't really an option I was willing to take!

But then...I heard the shower shut off.