Daphne stepped inside, and the entire atmosphere of the small space instantly shifted. The water slammed over her nakedness.
Blue hair plastered dark against her neck while rivers slicked down her collarbones, over the thick, peaked globes of her breasts, and past the smooth dip of her navel. She grabbed the body wash, the reckless pour into her palm glistening under the lights. She didn't just enter the shower. She took ownership of it.
"Can you turn around for me? I'll wash your back," her voice sliced through the white noise.
Zaeryn glanced over his shoulder. "I already washed my back."
Daphne looked at him for one quiet second.
"Poorly."
"Fine. Go ahead." He said. .
There were battles worth fighting, and then there was Doctor Daphne Virellith standing naked under hot water with body wash in her palm and that calm, predatory look in her eyes.
