The hot water hit her icy cold skin; feeling like pricks of ice, at the same time burning her. The whole experience was shockingly pleasant. After quickly shampooing her hair, she heard the door creak open. She peaked through the شاور curtain just to be certain it was him-- of course it was. He was stripping down, pulling off his jeans then folding them neatly on the counter. Dawn grinned.
Exactly thirty سیکنڈ later (Dawn counted silently in her head) Connor stepped in the شاور from behind her and slipped his hand around her waist. His cold skin brought back the pricks.
"Sorry I took so...
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