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Just a shower and I'll be better. I turned to her. Caroline was watching me, sitting stiffly on the couch. She was clearly still processing everything. I cleared my throat. “I need to shower.” She blinked. “Right. Yeah.” I expected her to look away, maybe busy herself with something but she didn't. Without another word, I headed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. The cold water hit first, washing off the last bit of drowsiness from my system.

I get up, and let him know I'm going to have a cold shower. I step inside the shower, hoping to clear my head with cool water but I'm still hot and throbbing below. As I'm washing my hair, I hear the shower door open and a warm body presses against mine but not for long. Noah quickly soaps himself and jumps out, giving me a quick peck on the cheek before getting dressed.

I never get used to hot weather here. I stepped under the shower as I was closing my eyes, feeling the cold water hit my body. I was washing my hair and face before I was looking at the wet tiles. Something was tingling between my legs as I was thinking about sharing a bed with Eliot. I bit my lower lips before my hand was moving on their own.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

I had counted the minutes. They had to be cold showers because the alternative was that Devin Cresswell was spending an awful lot of time taking care of a problem I was deliberately creating. The thought of him standing under that cold spray, jaw tight and muscles rigid, trying desperately to think of anything except me, made something warm curl low in my belly. I imagined him bracing one hand against the tile, water streaming down his back, fighting a battle he was never going to win. The knowledge made me giddy, cruel and more than a little reckless.

Nova POV. I hate shower! I hate shower! Me no like showers! But I had to, or Lucifer said he'd bath me, I'm more afraid of baths, I'll skip and jump to the shower, only this time I knew my ears would be sensitive, I first wetted my body and stood away from it, lathering soap all over, and making sure to get clean from the first time, next I wetted my hair, and squealed when I felt the water over my ears, that's the worse feeling in the whole world. I washed my hair skipping my ears, the water hurt badly, I don't need to add shampoo to it, I was done quickly, drying myself before getting out.

I leave the office and go to the house which I share with my brother. I go to my bathroom and strip naked before taking a cold shower. I suck in a sharp breath as the cold water hits my body, pricking my skin like a thousand needles. The discomfort eases out in a couple of seconds, and my muscles relax while I feel the water run down my body. "We're coming for you, Aiden!" **** WAYLON

Just carried me straight into the massive marble bathroom attached to the bedroom, his boots leaving bloody footprints on the floor. The smell of blood and his cologne wrapped around me like a cage. He set me down but immediately pushed me back against the cold tile wall as his big body crowded mine. He reached out and turned the shower on and Ice-cold water poured down over both of us without warning. I gasped sharply, my whole body jerking. “It’s cold-Adrian, it’s freezing!” I shivered violently, teeth chattering as the water soaked through my hoodie and shorts. My nipples hardened instantly against the thin fabric.

The cool water would help soothe the fever still burning inside me, a fever stoked by alcohol and the relentless desire that seemed impossible to quench. I turned on the shower, letting the cold water rain down on me, hoping it would cool the fire within. The shock of the cold made me shiver, but it was a welcome relief from the heat that had consumed me. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back as the water cascaded over my face, washing away the sweat and the haze of alcohol. For a moment, I let myself drift, trying to reclaim a sense of normalcy after the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had overtaken me.

Me. “Robert, shower with me.” I need to cool him down. Pulling my clothes off, I don’t turn my back on him as I enter the bathroom. As I reach the shower, I turn it on to the coldest setting. He stalks closer, his claws graze my hip and I wince. “You are mine!” his lips attack mine. I pull him closer to me as we enter the shower. Pushing him against the wall, the cold water hits him and he groans. I hold him under the water. Praying to the Goddess this works.