The shower was already steaming by the time Selena stepped inside, letting the hot spray soak her hair and melt into her skin. Her body ached in places she didn't know could ache from the night, from the morning, from all the ways Sam had touched her, like he didn't want to move from that moment.
She leaned her head against the wall tiles, eyes closed, hands bracing herself. The water helped, but the heaviness hadn't left her chest.
A soft knock broke the silence.
She opened her eyes.
"Selena?" Sam's voice drifted through the door, laced with teasing. "I know we said we were done, but…"
She groaned. "Sam."
"I just want to shower."
There was a pause. Then:
"Together."
Selena exhaled a long breath, debating. "I don't know if I can feel my legs anymore."
"That's okay. I'll hold you up."
She laughed despite herself, shaking her head. "You're impossible."
He cracked the door and stepped in before she could change her mind.
