After today’s practice, I retreated to my room for a much-needed shower. As I stood beneath the warm water, I felt the stress begin to dissolve. It took me a moment to navigate the array of intricate nozzles, but once I discovered the massage feature, it was pure bliss for my shoulders. With my eyes closed, I let the waterfall showerhead shower me in tranquility. Yet, Cyrus lingered in my thoughts.
After about thirty minutes, realizing I had used enough water, I finally turned off the taps. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a luxurious, fluffy bath towel. I brushed my hair and secured a second, less fluffy towel around my head.
I couldn’t shake the intense feeling that sparked between us when our arms brushed up against one another. I pulled the small stool out and sat dow
