Splash…
Ssshhrrr~
The water splashing sound echoed in the fancy bathroom, followed by the soft, steady rhythm of scrubbing. Droplets slid down the tiled walls like liquid crystal, the steam curling in the air, cloaking everything in a faint mist.
"Is this fine?" Azrael's voice echoed behind him, low and teasing, as her hands moved in slow circles across his bare back. The rough sponge brushed firmly, but her fingers deliberately lingered on his skin longer than needed, tracing his muscles as if memorising their shape.
Leo, on the other hand, trembled with a lost expression, his breath shaky, his mind struggling to hold itself together.
How in the world was this happening?
He had not only one, but two girlfriends—two women he truly cared for—and yet the one scrubbing his back right now was not either of them.
A stranger? No… not even that.
The fuck!!
This wasn't a stranger. This was the very woman he had just rejected.
And this—this was fucking worse than anything!!
