Cold Shower Drama Novels & Stories

I let the droplets of water cascade down my body, I wished it would wash away my worries like that. As I stood under the showerhead, the water cascaded down, soothing my tense muscles. I closed my eyes, letting out a deep breath. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned slowly and saw Asher stepping, naked. I gulped hard, my face turning bright red.. I rarely get to see Asher unclothed and Asher had never walked into the bathroom when I'm taking a shower.

I repeat when the doors close and I know she is gone. “I need to get changed anyway, we may as well shower together, if you want to that is?” He glances at me warily and I only nod. Despite still being pissed at him, I cannot think of anything better than a hot shower with him. I don’t want to forget or get into sex; I want the closeness of being naked with him and alone. I want to stop feeling like I’m shell shocked and take some time to get my head back in reality. ***

Looks like an old romance movie. SHE HEAVED a deep sigh when she reached the condominium where Mr. Montemayor is staying. She discovered that this place is owned by his new patient. Wow, he's that rich! 30th floor. When she entered the said floor, she was welcomed by a woman, maybe five or seven years older than her. She must be Ms. Ashley, Mr. Havoc Montemayor's secretary.

Max rolled his eyes and immediately shut the door. Alone again, she leaned against the wall for support, trying to catch her breath. She really was going to shower, but her thoughts had been racing. The plan forming in her head was vague and risky, but it was all she had. She needed to play her part, be calm, and obedient. Gain their trust, especially Fredrik’s. She stripped off her clothes, stepping into the cold shower with a shiver. The water was icy against her skin, shocking her into full alertness. She scrubbed fast, not wanting to linger. There was no luxury in this, it was survival.

The water in the marble shower was scalding, but Jessica Van Doren hardly felt the heat. She scrubbed her skin until it was raw, desperate to wash away the phantom sensation of Detective Cliffer’s eyes and the invisible stain of the previous night’s violence. Her mind was a frantic engine, whirring with the cold, jagged gears of self-preservation. Stepping out of the shower, she didn't reach for a silk robe. She reached for her burner phone.

The cold water of the shower ran across my flesh initially sending shivers through my body but then calming my warm soul. I enjoyed the drizzle of water that feel on my skin. I moved lightly in the bathroom humming a certain Ariana Grande song bashing in the me time that was showering. After was seem like eternity, I switched off the shower. I stepped out and wrapped my beige coloured towel under my armpits. Bash! The sound of glass shattering grabs my attention. I rushed downstairs without a second thought. Nick jumped over the couch taking cover from water that sprouted out of a water gun.

Diane The shower is a space of cold, impersonal marble. The water is too hot, almost scalding, but it can't pierce the cold that has settled within me. It runs over my skin like over porcelain, without penetrating. I soap myself mechanically, erasing the last traces of the hotel room, of its sheets, of that endless night. I wash my hair, the neutral shampoo scent replacing the heady scent of the places of my defeat.

Kyra muttered, "I don't want the others to find me in your shower room." Kyra withdrew her finger from Tyler's mouth when he didn't respond. She had not expected him to strip down before her. Tyler hung his clothes on the shower's empty handlebar. Kyra instantly averted her gaze. Kyra felt Tyler approach closer to her, expecting Tyler to do something to her. Still, she heard a noise as Tyler switched on the shower. As the water from the shower poured down on her, her eyes widened as the shower's water grew very loud. "What are you doing?" Kyra asked. Kyra's heart rate increased. She looked as though she was about to pass out. The water in the shower soaked her. She cleaned her face with her

She cried deeply and collapsed onto her cozy bed for a while. After a few minutes of weeping, she got up and undressed. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold shower. She shivered as the water cascaded down her hair. Elena tilted her face up slightly, allowing the water to trickle down the contours of her body. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she shuddered with desire as the water tickled her sensitive areas. She thought about the handsome stranger she had met in the parking lot, and an erotic thought crossed her mind. which made her shudder with desire.

She believed that she was charming enough and no man would be able to resist her, not even Alpha Killian. Lyra stripped her ball gown and tiptoed towards the bathroom. She did not want to scare Killian, as he might not like it. Killian had opened the tap, and cold water was running down his body. He was used to taking cold baths whenever he was stressed or when he was unsure of what to do about a situation. Taking cold showers helped him clear his mind. Lyra went in and hugged Killian from behind. But she never expected that the man was taking a cold shower in such cold weather. The moment the cold water touched her skin, she yelped.