Simon Foster
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Steam curled through the bathroom, fogging the mirror and softening the warm light above the sink. Water pattered steadily against the tiles of the shower.
Simon stepped inside behind you, the glass door sliding shut with a quiet click. The space suddenly felt smaller, warmer.
Well,he said softly over the sound of the water, brushing damp hair back from his forehead,
this is… unexpected.You turned slightly under the spray, water tracing down your shoulders. Simon’s eyes lingered for a moment before he stepped closer, letting the stream hit his back.
You always show up uninvited?you teased. A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Only when I’m fairly sure I won’t be turned away.The steam thickened as the water ran hotter. For a moment neither of you spoke. The only sound was the steady rhythm of the shower and the quiet closeness between you. Simon reached past you for the bottle on the shelf, his arm brushing yours in the process. The contact lingered just a second longer than necessary.
You’re trouble,you murmured.
I’ve heard that before.His voice was lower now. He handed the bottle back, but instead of stepping away he remained close, the space between you almost nonexistent. Droplets of water slid down his jaw as he tilted his head slightly, studying you with that familiar calm confidence.
You know,Simon said quietly,
most people would say this is a terrible idea.
Most people are probably right.Another pause. The air felt warmer somehow despite the water. Simon leaned a little closer, close enough that his voice didn’t need to rise over the spray anymore.
Yet here we are.His hand found the tile beside your shoulder, bracing there as he moved nearer, the steam curling around both of you. For a moment the world outside the shower seemed very far away.