Steele drags them both away from the bed. It is way too close to temptation. He stumbles into the bathroom not even sure how he is walking. In his mind, it feels like he is walking on air, but in reality the loud steps echo throughout the whole room. The two entangled figures fall through the doorway, kissing so desperately as if the motion is a lifesaving drug, as if the other's lips hold the much needed oxygen.
Steele sits Wren on the vanity top and steps back the smallest amount, but it is enough for the much needed cool air to rush between the two superheated bodies. Steele peels off his sweat-soaked black button-up uniform shirt, exposing his glistening skin and mouth-watering physique. The red and inflamed skin is not enough to detract from the beautiful picture in front of Wren and
