FIA
Goosebumps spread across his chest and down his abdomen. His muscles went rigid under my touch. Like he was holding himself very still.
I looked up.
He was staring at me.
His eyes were dark. Darker than I had ever seen them. His jaw was tight. A muscle jumped in his cheek.
I withdrew my hand.
"Sorry."
The word came out barely above a whisper.
"It is fine."
His voice was restrained. Too restrained. Like he was forcing the words through clenched teeth.
We stood there.
Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. The water kept running. Steam filled the shower. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it.
One minute passed.
Maybe two.
Time felt strange. Like it was stretched thin and yet still heavy at the same time.
"You look clean," Cian said finally as he sprayed my lathered hands before he lowered the shower head.
The water stopped.
"I should get you a towel."
