Turning away, I cross to the vanity and grip the marble counter.
I can’t just leave her in here on her own, fuck knows what kind of trouble she’d cause but if I stay in here any longer, I believe I might just join her in that shower. Have I ever been so tempted before?
No, there was never any need to be tempted, I could just have what I wanted.
But her, she’s the damn enemy’s daughter. The opposition. The fucker threatening my city.
Even the reminders aren’t enough to push down the compulsion.
She doesn’t even knowwhoshe is. Why she is here.
I keep myself firmly planted at the counter, hands gripping the marble tight enough I’m sure I’m able to crack it but, even I know I’m not super human and this shit won’t crack under the pressure unlike me right now.
Finally the shower turns off and the glass door opens.
I catch her reflection in the mirror above the vanity, and if I thought seeing her before was bad, seeing her like this is agony.
Wet skinned, droplets of water running over the curves, following all the lines of her body I wish my tongue could trace, red hair clinging to her back. Pink skinned, wide eyed.
So very innocent.
Shit.
Shit.