Shower Thoughts Deep Novels & Stories

The thought of it made me gasp and I instantly and instinctively wrapped my hands around my upper body, as if trying to prevent someone from seeing them. 'Oh well, whoever helped me shower last night must have seen it all anyway.' I thought to myself. "I'm going to ask that Damn Dom when I see him. I'm so gonna kill you Dom, wait for me!" I muttered to myself, pointing my index finger to an invisible entity as if Dom was there. Before finally allowing my body to sink fully into the water. I was in the for God knows how long until I felt my tensed muscles relax before I opened my eyes and stepped out of the tub. I went straight to the shower and took the shampoo I found there, I washed my hai

I told you the bedside tables were heavy, my junk collection saves the day again! You know when you're in the shower, you start to get those thoughts that you wouldn't get if you were I don't know, sitting in the kitchen. Well I guess that's why they call them shower thoughts, I dump a big handful of shampoo into my hand and start scrubbing my hair, yes I know that's not what you're meant to do but I don't time to sit there and delicately tab my scalp with the shampoo, I'm a busy woman.

I walk into my room and walk straight into the bathroom to have a shower again. The moment the shower comes on, hot water cascading over my skin, I exhale slowly. For a few seconds, I allow myself to simply stand there… still… letting the heat soak into my muscles, washing away the physical tension. But not the thoughts. Never the thoughts of Lucas. His name slips into my mind uninvited, sharp and intrusive. My eyes close, and a faint frown forms on my face. “Annoying man…” I mutter under my breath.

I walk into my room and walk straight into the bathroom to have a shower again. The moment the shower comes on, hot water cascading over my skin, I exhale slowly. For a few seconds, I allow myself to simply stand there… still… letting the heat soak into my muscles, washing away the physical tension. But not the thoughts. Never the thoughts of Lucas. His name slips into my mind uninvited, sharp and intrusive. My eyes close, and a faint frown forms on my face. “Annoying man…” I mutter under my breath.

I couldn't afford to lose myself in the overwhelming maze of thoughts and fears that threatened to consume me. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I took a deep breath and focused on the present moment. I couldn't control the future, but I could regain control over myself. Determined to regain my composure, I decided to take a cold shower—a shock to my senses that would jolt me back to reality. The water gushed forth, icy droplets dancing on my skin, awakening my senses and sharpening my awareness. In the solitude of the bathroom, I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability. Leaning against the tiled wall, I let the water cleanse not only my body but also my soul.

That's when I saw it on the news. The shower ran longer than usual and I lingered more than necessary, not out of luxury, not out of time wasted... but because I needed to think. But unfortunately, the showers had done nothing to wash off the weight of the day, or the mess that had landed on my shoulders like a goddamn storm. I’d stayed later than I should have, letting the steam crawl down my skin and seep into my thoughts, because thinking wasn’t something I could turn off, not when chaos was clinging to my heels like a rabid dog.

“Usually, especially, in my case, epiphany happens to ne while I’m having coffee. I mean, I think of great ideas while I’m drinking coffee. And I’m sure it happens to a lot of people, too.” “I think of great ideas while taking a shower,” Misha said and chuckled Soren glanced and smiled at her again, and Misha didn’t know why but that smiled appeared a little mischievous to her. Was the idea of her having shower just tickled his brain and now, he was imagining that she was taking a shower while completely naked. She wanted to grin. Was it Soren who had a dirty mind or was it her? “Is this your only business?” Maggie asked again.

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I thanked her quietly, my words laced with sincerity, before closing the door and locking out the world beyond. Turning on the shower, I let the sound of running water drown out my thoughts. As the steam began to fill the room, I slowly peeled off the remnants of my journey, shedding layer after layer until I stood vulnerable and exposed. The warm droplets cascaded over my body, washing away the physical and emotional grime that clung to me.

This helps. I can hear Isaac speaking to someone in Venetian on the other side of the door, but I decide to tune it out and take a shower. That's right. Stop thinking about Venetia or Alejandro or Garrett. Just take a shower. It takes me a minute to figure out how to turn on the shower (the touchpad is a new form of technology I can't possibly comprehend) but eventually, water begins falling from the panels in the ceiling. I undress, step in, let the water drench me and imagine that I'm in the middle of a field during a storm without a care in the world. I do a good job of channeling my thoughts as I shower, but shamefully, I can't help but imagine Sebastian in here with me—naked, wet, slick