Married To Danger
The warm spray hit me, and I exhaled in relief.
“You can shower first,” Adrian said behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder. “We can shower together,” I blurted before my brain caught up. My cheeks warmed. “I mean, why waste water? There’s enough space for both of us.”
The corners of his mouth curved in the faintest hint of amusement. “Save water, right?”
A second later, he stepped in beside me. The shower wasn’t nearly as spacious as I’d thought. With him there, his height, his broad shoulders, his sheer presence, it felt smaller, almost intimate in a way I hadn’t prepared for.