Evan Peters Shower Scene Novels & Stories

Back then it had been ruining her leather jackets in a clear stream of water. Today. Right now. It was kissing this man. "Shame, blondie. I was really looking forward to it. Take a shower. Try to not move that foot too much. We'll be out of here in no time." Evan placed the fluffed towel on her shoulder, turned the shower on and walked out without a back-look. Let her stew, he thought.

The day had flown by, and it was almost nine o’clock. “We waited for you,” Evan said. “And it was worth the wait.” He winked at me. “I’ll let you get settled in, my dear.” Peter said, smiling and looking back and forth between me and Evan. Then he headed back over to the fireplace, where I saw he’d been smoking a pipe. “Come on,” Evan said. “Your stuff beat you here and I got some of it set up in your room. I want to show you where everything went.”

ETHAN “How did I let you talk me into this,” Piper whispers, as we hide in the shower stall. The bathroom has a revolving door at this hour. People coming and going, probably getting ready for the same party I’m supposed to be getting ready for. Instead, I’m hoisting Piper up, supporting her back against the tile wall, and wrapping her legs around my waist. It’s risky, fucking her here. But I’d be a liar if I denied it’s been on my mind all day. Piper under the hot spray with soap suds on her amazing tits. It’s a mouthwatering sight. I grip the condom off the shelf.

Evan really was losing it. Stella was driving him there. But given her condition, he couldn’t push her too far right now. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled her into his arms again. Picking up the glass of juice from the nightstand, he brought it to her lips. “Drink.” Smack. The glass was knocked out of his hand, shattering on the floor. Evan: “…” “Let me go!” “I just showered. Scrubbed myself raw. I’m not dirty. I don’t smell.”

Eva's POV That night, after spending hours together painting, laughing, watching movies, and pretending not to stare at each other every five minutes, I finally escaped to the bathroom because my poor heart genuinely needed a break from Ethan King. Unfortunately for me, Ethan King apparently had no intention of giving me one. The penthouse bathroom was almost as large as my old bedroom back at the Clark house. The bathroom has soft lights which was just what I wanted. The water was already running, filling the room with warmth and steam as I slowly tied my hair up and tried to calm my thoughts. Which was impossible. Not when every single thing Ethan did affected me now.

“Because Ethan wouldn’t listen!” And Florence added, “We thought those pictures would make him give up but he didn’t!” “So you have to be someone he hates, then Ethan will—.” “Wait,” fear seized my throat, “you took pictures?!” The epiphany of my words sank into their gazes, and their smirks resurfaced because the tables have turned. ***** Hours later, I was into my tenth consecutive shower at the seven-star The Royal of The Realm’s presidential suite. The stench from the filthy water was starting to subside.

Evan shouts in pure frustration and shock. The violent vibration jarred his hands, sending the massive ceramic bowl flying into the air, showering buttery popcorn all over the coffee table and the carpeted floor. My body goes completely rigid with a primitive, petrifying instinct, my hands flying down to tightly clutch my pregnancy bump as my pulse explodes into a frantic, deafening sprint. Evan leaps up from the sofa, his chest heaving as he moves toward the hallway to inspect the source of the blast, but he doesn't even make it three steps before Cade Leone marches through the doorway and straight into the living room.

Inside the bathroom, Ethan turned the shower on as hot as it could go, desperate for the scalding steam to clear his racing head. He stood under the pounding, near-boiling spray for a long time, letting the water turn his shoulders a flush pink, trying to wash away the stubborn, vivid image of Marcus from his mind.

I hover near the island. Sasha appears again, because of course she does. “Look who actually showed. Brave.” She tosses a plastic cup at my chest. I catch it. “Try not to get anything on you. Stains are hard to wash out. Reputations too.” She clicks away to laugh with Serene. Tara mirrors her. I exhale, count to five, then find the corner by the sliding doors where the air is cooler. I watch the pool flash with moving bodies. A guy I vaguely know from junior lines drifts over. Evan, I think. Too much cologne, letterman jacket even though it is warm. “Calla, right?” he says, leaning in like I asked for a close-up.

the night turned romantic after having my shower. She didn’t understand Evan and me. There was nothing sweet about us. But if there was anyone who rooted for our relationship to be the best and enviable, it was Maria. She wanted me to get along so well with Evan. But...can I? I had just slipped the straps onto my shoulders when the door swung open without a knock. The lower part of my body was bare. I had nothing on. “What the hell—!” I snapped, spinning toward the door, my heart leaping into my throat.