Random Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

Before he walks to the bathroom and leaves me all alone standing there feeling helpless. “What did I do?” I murmur under my breath before I hear the water turn on in the shower. Feeling inspiration hit me, I get an idea and quickly rush into the bathroom. “Now is as good a time as any for shower sex.” I think to myself as I watch him slip into the shower with so many ideas popping up into this dirty little mind of mine.

If that had happened, I wondered how I would have felt right now because I already felt like shit. All of a sudden, I felt the need to be clean and I walked into the bathroom and entered the shower immediately enjoying the water as it fell all over my body, washing away the terrible thoughts that filled my head. It worked but immediately I turned off the water and got out of the shower, they all came rushing back.

Had I gone out into the storm, I would have risked everything—perhaps even the life that the moon goddess had so graciously given me. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, and for a few moments, I closed my eyes and let the warmth ease my troubled thoughts. I imagined the water washing away the memories of anger and pain, leaving behind only a sense of calm. When I finally turned off the shower, I felt a slight relief, as if I had shed a layer of my burden.

Natasha’s POV The water fell in steady streams, sliding over my skin, running down my shoulders and pooling at my feet before swirling into the drain. The sound filled the bathroom, echoing softly against the tiled walls, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the rush of thoughts in my head. I pressed my palm flat against the cool wall, closing my eyes, letting the heat of the shower wrap around me like a cocoon. It had been three days, yet every time I let my mind drift, I found myself right back in that moment, reliving it all.

To breathe. It was night and I needed a clear head. It had been my go-to method for over five years now— thinking in the shower. There were many reasons for that of course. One, the feel of water running all over my body was very soothing. The one pleasure I could never rob myself of and there was the fact that I would be alone. Alone with my fucking thoughts. I could restrategize. I could plan, and make tough decisions, especially on rough days.

A cold shower always helped me think and right now, I needed to come up with something useful, quickly. I turned on the shower and stood under it. As the cold water touched my skin, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander. I could feel myself slipping in and out of it and finally, something came to me. I focused on the spark of idea and that was when the idea began to take shape. Not subtle. Not quiet. Big enough to eclipse the scandal. A public move. A headline that would make every whisper irrelevant. A proposal.

I made my way to the bathroom, the sound of water hitting the tiles providing a soothing backdrop. The steam enveloped the room as I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my body. I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to wash away any lingering tension. Thoughts of the investigation swirled in my mind, questions and possibilities intertwining in a complex web. As the water trickled down, cleansing both my body and mind, I let my thoughts wander. I replayed the events that had transpired, searching for any missed clues or hidden meanings. The urgency of the situation was palpable, and I knew that time was of the essence.

It was surprising and strange, but not unwelcome. My eyes widened as I caught myself. Why on earth was I even thinking about this? I facepalmed, slapping my forehead repeatedly. This had just shown that I needed a brain reset. And quick. "Don't be stupid, Liyah," I chided myself, slapping my cheeks to awaken myself and then peeling my clothes off my body. When I was done I hopped into the shower. A blast of cold water might do me some good, I decided, shuffling to the bathroom and trying to occupy my mind with something else. Anything at all.

It was either him or the people I cared about, and I knew which one I would choose. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower, forcing myself to think of anything other than the chaos waiting for me. The shower ended up lasting much longer than I had planned, mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking about everything, no matter how hard I tried. The more I forced myself not to think about it, the more the thoughts swirled around in my head.

My mind immediately goes elsewhere. “What a stupid b*tch you are, Cat. They kidnapped you, and now you’re thinking of getting frisky in the shower room with them?” I said to myself while giggles like a teenage girl. I was having a dry spell even before the heart attack gets me, probably because of the last relationship with that b*stard that gave me a trust issue. My anger just went up. I hate thinking about Rhus, especially at a time like this. Time for a cold shower. Maybe it will help me think about something else rather than just some erotica movement with them. They probably waiting for me at the moment, and here I am, having a dirty thought..