~LUCIEN~
He doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t look flustered or bashful, he simply turns on the shower.
I don’t take notice of how warm or cold the water is, too transfixed on the way the water spirals on his skin.
His hair is wet and a little shining from the water.
His skin sparkles where the water touches.
And Goddess, how could I get this lucky?
He is breathtaking.
My hand grips onto his hips on its own accord.
His skin is smooth to touch, and I’m desperate for more. His breath quickens when I let my palm wander his chest. There is nothing. Absolutely no flaw with his skin.
He is perfect.
Too perfect.
I lean in and close the little distance between our lips. Moans fill the shower and I enjoy every nip and tug of our tongues.
Athena will probably wake up if this keeps up
