The shower stall was a roaring, steaming little world of its own. Hot water poured down in thick, heavy sheets from the wide rain showerhead, drumming hard on my shoulders and back, running in warm rivers down Elizabeth's bare chest and stomach. The glass walls were completely fogged, thick white steam swirling everywhere, turning the small space into a blurry, private haze. The recessed LED lights overhead glowed soft gold through the mist, catching on every droplet that clung to her skin, making her look like she was sparkling.
