Adam Lewiston
The water cascaded over my shoulders as I stood in the steamy shower cubicle, lost in thought. The day had been long and emotionally unsettling, and the hot spray was finally starting to melt away the tension coiled in my muscles. Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door clicking open jolted me out of my reverie. It was a soft, almost imperceptible sound, but amplified by the echoing tiles, it snapped me to attention. Curious and confused, I wiped the fogging glass with my palm, the water still pouring down. Who would be coming in here?My brows furrowed in bewilderment as I saw Lu standing just inside the door, closing it quietly behind him and locking it with a soft click. My heart skipped a beat. What was he doing? Barging in while I was showering?Lu's passionate eyes were fixed intently on mine through the glass. The steam swirling around his head seemed to halo him, turning him into something ethereal and impossibly desirable. There was
