Cold Showers Novel Novels & Stories

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while I grabbed a small bowl and filled it with ice cubes from the mini-fridge. Lorenzo watched me with hooded eyes. “What are you planning, baby?” “Something new,” I said, stepping under the warm spray with him. “Something that’s just for you tonight.” I pressed the first ice cube directly to the center of his chest. Lorenzo hissed sharply, muscles jumping under his skin as the intense cold shocked his heated flesh. Water from the shower cascaded over us, mixing with the melting ice and creating icy rivulets that ran down his abs in freezing streaks.

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.

It was in these quiet moments that his thoughts often wandered back to Lana and the memories they had shared. Sensing the need to clear his mind, Tyler decided to take a cold shower, a practice he had adopted to center himself and find solace amidst the chaos of his responsibilities. He made his way to the en-suite bathroom, where a spacious marble shower awaited him. The sound of rushing water filled the room as Tyler adjusted the temperature to the coldest setting. He stepped beneath the icy cascade, feeling the shock of the cold water against his skin. It was invigorating, the coldness awakening his senses and clearing away the fog of his thoughts.

I wonder when it would be my mind’s and my heart’s turn. I shake my head before stepping under the shower, at first the water is set on a higher temperature, not scorching, just enough to feel clean, once I am done with cleaning my body and my hair, I switch it to be colder, and the cold droplets fall on my head. Cold droplets fall on my head, I shiver suddenly, and I look around me, not understanding the source of this eerie feeling, as if I am being watched while the cold droplets make contact with my skin.

Would. No. Stop. He won't see anything. He's downstairs, on the couch, and tomorrow morning he'll be gone and everything will return to normal. I turn on the shower water. Cold. Very cold. It freezes my skin, takes my breath away, brings me back to reality. I stay under it until my fingers are numb, until my brain stops looping on the image of him, downstairs, on my couch. The icy water streams over my shoulders, over my chest, over my stomach. I shiver so hard my teeth chatter, but I stay there, eyes closed, trying to chase away that warmth that persists deep inside me. That warmth that has nothing to do with the water temperature.

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

**Trigger Warning** (abuse) If that makes you uncomfortable please skip this chapter. Chapter 30 Declan: My eyes shoot open as my body becomes fucking frigid. Extremely gelid water being thrown onto my bare skin feeling like shards of ice piercing into my flesh. Like millions of needles poking and poking and poking. A choked gasp falls right past my lips as my body immediately begins to convulse in uncontrollable shivers causing my teeth to chatter. The water is so extremely cold it burns as if blue blazing fire is covering me from head to toe. Between gasped breaths, I recognize the two men showering me in Arctic water, my cousin Matthew and Julian's right-hand man Jason.

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.

I took her hand and lead her to the bathroom. We step into the shower together. I hold her close to me under the cold water, not a pleasant sensation for me, I have to say - the water is freezing to my body, that only moments earlier was coy in bed. But I know it is something that my mate needs right now, she needs her body temperature bringing down, and a cold shower is a quick way to do it. And the cold water trickling all over her body seems to do the trick as her eyes quickly shift back to her own, and she is focused on me again.

She clutched her stomach due to the sharp pain caused in her lower abdomen. Zared picked up the jug of water kept on her side on the table and poured it all on her head in one go. She gasped for air and swept her hair from her face and looked down at the water sliding down her, her body started shivering, even though it was sunny outside and no sign of even a cold breeze was present, she was shivering, out of the cold she felt, the fear she felt.