She looked up in the mirror, locking her eyes with the blue ones, tingles spreading across her body as the water drops ran down his body, his hands gliding over his muscled abs. She couldn’t help but to turn around and let her eyes linger, her skin itching to have his skin against hers, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Come into the shower and I’ll let you touch me.”
“We don’t have time for that.” She walked closer to the shower glass. “I wish we had though.”
“Get in the shower, Elena.”
“No.” She crossed her arms stubbornly, glaring at him. “I spend an hour doing my hair, I’m not going to ruin it.”
[The Choice, Chapter 2 (x)]