CHAPTER 12: FROSTY GLASS BATHROOM 2

There was a magnetic pull in his tone, a promise of something beyond mere attraction, something deeper that both excited and terrified her.

A shriek escaped her lips as the cold water from the shower cascaded over her, soaking her completely, the chill contrasting sharply with the heat of her desire. The sudden rush of water sent shivers down her spine, awakening every nerve ending, and she felt alive, electric. Her clothes clung to her skin, the fabric becoming heavy and clingy, accentuating every curve of her body as the water flowed over her, mingling with the warmth radiating from his body.

James stepped closer, the steam curling around them like tendrils of fog, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy. She could see the water dripping from his hair, framing his face, and his gaze was intense, filled with a mix of amusement and something deeper—something that made her heart race faster than the cold water cascading around them. The vulnerability of being exposed to him, both in body