Xavier did as he was told, stepping into the shower. Only to drag Freya into the shower a second later as he refused to let go of her hand. Freya let out a squeak of surprise as cold water hit her body.
"Shit!" Xavier huffed out, letting go of her hand suddenly.
Freya sent him a glare and muttered, "Are you thinking straight now?"
She couldn't believe he had dragged her into the shower too. Thank goodness she had left her phone on the counter and had nothing important on her. It was just some house clothes getting wet.
And her hair. But Freya decided to not think about it. That was a problem for her future self.
"A little…" Xavier grumbled, running a hand through his dripping wet hair.
Water now covered every inch of him, making Freya think having him take a cold shower was probably not a good idea. Especially with her hanging around here. His shirt and pants clung to his body, highlighting his toned muscles.
