Add on to the story: Imagine in the shower, w hot steaming water, and then the glass fogs up cuz we’re breathing hard. And there’s water dripping down our bodies along with other things.

As the steam enveloped us, the sensation was almost surreal. I could barely see through the fogged-up glass, but I could feel the warmth radiating off your skin, the way our bodies glided against each other. The water, cascading like a gentle waterfall, pooled at our feet, creating a small oasis where the world outside felt miles away. We laughed softly, the sound intertwining with the rhythmic patter of the water, creating a symphony of shared moments. Every drop that slid down reminded me of how alive we felt in that space, like nothing could penetrate the cocoon we’d crafted. I reached out, tracing the outline of your shoulder, letting my fingers dance along your collarbone, as the steam added a haze to our shared laughter. “What’s on your mind?” you asked, your voice teasing yet serious. In the moment, it felt like we had all the time in the world, yet every heartbeat screamed that we were right where we belonged. “Just how perfect this is,” I replied, leaning closer, our foreheads almost touching. With the steam swirling around us, every sensation was amplified—the warmth of your breath brushing against my lips felt electrifying. You smiled, and I lost myself in your gaze, captivated by the way the steam enveloped us, making everything else fade into oblivion. And then, without even thinking, I leaned in and captured your lips with mine. The kiss was tender yet electric, igniting a spark that sent shivers down my spine. The warmth of the water and the heat between us melded into something indescribable, something that felt both intimate and playful. As I pulled away for a moment, our breaths mingling in the steamy air, I couldn't help but laugh, the sound ringing out like music in the confined space. “What next?” you asked with a mischievous glint in your eyes, your smile contagious and inviting. I inhaled deeply, letting the warmth wash over me as I pondered. “Maybe we should make this a habit,” I suggested, reaching for the shampoo, squeezing some into my palm and turning back to you. “We could create a little adventure every time the world feels too heavy outside.” Your laughter bubbled up, brightening the space even more. “Challenge accepted,” you replied, as I began to massage the sudsy concoction into your hair, letting my fingers linger a little too long, savoring the closeness we shared. The steam continued to rise, mingling with the laughter and warmth, as we lost track of time, reshaping our reality, one drop of water at a time.