Owned by my boss
Nic POV
Steam curled around us, soft and heavy, but her words cut through it clean—I love you.
For a second, I thought the hiss of the shower had played a trick on me. My hand, slick with water, stalled mid-motion against her back. The scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin—everything I’d been sinking into—blurred into something sharp, electric. My chest tightened, a pulse pounding behind my ribs like it wanted out. I stared at her, droplets sliding down her cheek, searching for a flicker of hesitation, anything that made this less real. But her eyes stayed on mine, steady and unflinching, and all I could do was grip the tiled wall, as if the whole room might tilt and drag me under.