Cold Showers Novel Novels & Stories

And without another word I took the stairs to my room. After a few minutes I heard the sitting room door close and sighed in relief before going into the bathroom to freshen up. When I stepped into the bathroom, I turned the knob to the shower and let the water run for a moment before stepping under the cold stream. The water hit my skin like tiny needles, causing me to shiver and take a sharp intake of breath, and for a moment pulling my mind away from my hard dick . I rubbed the soap over my skin, hoping the warmth of my own body will make up for the lack of heat in the water. But it's no use; the cold water seems to have permeated everything, even the air around me feels chilly.

I hit him on the chest trying to get out of his grip but Nicoli doesn't let go of me. He moves to the shower and gets in with me. "I need to get your temperature down"He says and turns on the COLD water. "Nicoli"I scream in shock when the cold water hits me but truth be told it feels so good. The cold water feels amazing on my hot body. I soon find myself loving the cold water so much that I nearly forget where I am but of course you can't escape reality. And the reality of the situation is that I'm in a shower with Nicoli and were both soaked to the bone.

As she began to undress, her eyes caught sight of the designer bags strewn about the room, a harsh reminder of her failed attempt to sabotage Danika's reputation. The sound of running water from the bathroom broke the silence, and Hazel's gaze drifted toward the doorway, her heart heavy with foreboding. With a deep breath, she made her way to the bathroom, the cold shower awaiting her like a chilling embrace. As Hazel stepped into the cold shower, the icy water hit her like a slap in the face, matching the chill that had settled in her bones. She shivered, her mind racing. "Oh, this is so chilling," she muttered loudly, the water drowning out her words.

Kiara’s POV Cold water cascaded down my body as I stood rooted in my place. Clasping my eyes shut, I felt my muscles tense as the relentless shower poured from above, drenching me entirely. My breathing was shallow as teeth chattered against each other, protesting against the chill but I refused to move away. I knew that this was a fleeting moment of torment necessary to charge my body, while numbing any soreness in my body.

I didn’t have clean undergarments last night so I thought I’d wash a pair before I go to bed. - **** **** .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. **** ***** CALIX ZANDER’S POV - As soon as I closed my bedroom door, I took off my shirt, and when I entered the bathroom, I took off the rest of my body clothing. I went to the shower room and turned on the cold water. I soaked my entire body in the cold water. “Shit.” I cursed, seeing my cock erect. The cold water couldn’t relieve the heat and lust I felt inside my body.

Her body’s involuntary and undeniable response to memory and longing she had spent years denying. “No,” she whispered to herself. She shut her eyes tightly. “How could that accidental touch led to something like this?” She swung her legs off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The cold shower was punishing. She turned the handle without hesitation, stepping under the icy stream and sucking in a sharp breath and letting out a curse as the water hit her skin. It automatically stole the warmth from her body, chased away sensation, forced her back into herself. She stood there, eyes closed, arms crossed over her chest, breathing through the shock.

I sit there for a long time after he's gone, watching his face, watching the rise and fall of his chest, watching the last light fade from the window. Then I stand. I walk to my room. I lock the door. --- The bathroom is cold. The tiles are cold under my feet. I turn on the shower. I don't wait for the water to warm up. I step in anyway. The cold hits me like a slap. I gasp. My body jerks. But I don't get out. I stand under the spray, letting the water pour over me, letting it soak my clothes, my hair, my skin.

I stilled and then at lightning speed untangled myself from her and jumped out of bed. Her hooded gaze met mine, a brow rising in question, "What's wrong?" I cleared my throat, "Let's just say I need a cold, cold shower Angel face." She flushed, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink and I couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped my lips at the sight, "Okay, be quick so we can get to school." It took me half an hour under freezing water for my blood to finally flow everywhere else and not straight to the one place it shouldn't. And I meant freezing water. It was winter after all so the water felt like someone pulled ice cubes from the freezer and dumped it all over my body.

In the corner sat a cramped, rusted shower stall with a showerhead that looked like it had survived a war. No rainfall shower. No marble vanity. No precision temperature control. I turned the handle. A pathetic, sputtering stream of water emerged. I waited for the steam. It never came. I stepped under the spray. GASPS. "Hah!" The air left my lungs in a sharp, involuntary gasp. A thousand needles of ice seemed to pierce my pores simultaneously. The cold was brutal—a physical shock that sent my teeth into an immediate, frantic chatter. I scrubbed my skin with lightning speed, my breath coming in shallow, shivering bursts.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned my forehead against the cool wood for a moment, exhaling through clenched teeth. A cold shower. That was the plan. Shock the system. Douse the fire. Regain control. I turned the knob all the way to cold and stripped quickly, stepping under the spray before I could second-guess it. The water hit like ice needles, stealing my breath. I braced one hand against the tiled wall, head bowed, letting it punish me. It didn’t help. The moment I closed my eyes, she was there. Her lips parting under mine, the small sound she’d made when I’d deepened the kiss, the way her fingers had curled into my shirt like she never wanted to let go.