A Contract Not To Fall In Love
Victor's eyes burned with intensity, his gaze piercing through the water's veil.
The shower's warmth enveloped them, creating a cocoon of steam and water. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this moment.
Ivy's lips parted, her mouth inviting, as if beckoning Victor closer. Victor's eyes dropped to her lips, his own mouth watering in response. The water droplets continued their relentless fall, creating a symphony of sound and sight.
Time seemed to slow; the only movement was the gentle sway of Ivy's body, her eyes locked on Victor's. The space between them vibrated with anticipation, the water's veil shimmering like a promise of what was to come.