Unbreakable Shower Doors の小説・ストーリー

I said to no one as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I was nervous to take a shower in that glass shower room or whatever it's called. It was someone is watching me or something. There are no jinn or spirits in here right? That's what I kept thinking. Actually, it took me atleast 10 mins to figure out the functioning of the shower. ###

Work doesn't belong in a place like this. The other door leads to the bathroom. It's huge. Bigger than two of my father's bathrooms put together. There is a large claw-foot tub with a window overlooking the water outside. The shower starts out inside, but there is a removable panel that leads outside as well, making it an indoor/outdoor shower. I count at least five shower heads. It's basically bathroom heaven. I go back to the main room where Anna is standing by the door out to the deck. She stands with her hands politely clasped in front of her, waiting for us to be ready.

"I'm a sweaty mess. This bathroom has an epic shower, and if you don't mind, I'll go first." Dad left the door open. I heard the shower start. I looked out the window at the city skyline and then the open bathroom door. It was just the two of us. I exhaled and walked into the bathroom. The shower was epic--six feet long and four wide, all tile. There is no door or curtain, just a three-quarter wall. Dad stood under the rainfall shower head, his back to me. My hands shook as I stepped up behind him, slipping my arms around his waist.

His voice changes from concerned to eager. I giggle as I turn the knob, opening the door for him. He stops long enough to kiss my lips, then reaches past me to turn on the water. Another of the things I love about this hotel is the bathroom. There's no bathtub, just a huge, tiled shower, and instead of a curtain, there's a glass wall. There's no door to the shower, just an opening in the glass, allowing entrance. The tile is a deep, rich brown, which suddenly seems warm and inviting. There's a lot of room to enjoy each other in this space.

He grabs my hand and tugs me toward the bathroom. The bathroom is mostly white tile and black marble, with a huge glassdoored shower that’s definitely big enough for both of us. Julian walks over and locks the door that connects to the other bedroom. He stops at the shower to turn on the water, then prowls toward me with a heated look on his face.

They had said that their father had gotten the windows put in every room of the house, because he had liked the fact that the glass was so dark that you could see out of it from the inside, but people outside could not see through it to look inside. To the left side of the room there was a toilet, and beside it was a large shower cubicle which was extravagant. In the shower cubicle there were multiple showerheads on three sides of the shower cubicle and a variety of other extravagant features I had never seen in a shower stall before. When you opened the shower stall door, you had to walk down two steps to get into the shower. On the right side of the room, beside the extremely dark windows,

A massive freestanding tub sits in the corner, claw-footed and deep enough to drown in, tempting. But it's the shower that pulls me in. A glass-enclosed masterpiece with chrome fixtures gleaming like something out of a design magazine. I walk toward it, the journey longer than the entire length of my apartment. Reaching the shower stall, I peek inside, taking in the glossy black tiles and the rain showerhead suspended above. But... no taps? No knobs? What the hell? Okay, how does this thing turn on? I glance around, scanning the walls, and my gaze lands on a sleek, seamless panel embedded in the tiles. Of course. Of course Thorne's shower doesn't just have normal controls. He'd have a comman

I did a quick sweep of the vanity with my eyes and closed every compartment I had opened in search of the paste. I walked to the shower and opened the glass door. I walked in and moved to the built in floor to ceiling cabinet, they held different bath products, my skin care, conditioners and shampoo. The frameless glass door had closed behind me, leaving Min outside the shower to stare at our luxurious shower, it had white marble tiles and a bench for convenience. "Are you not going to help me search?" I asked Min as I went through each shelf, I was doing a quick sweep wit my eyes because I didn't want to misplace anything and come back to arrange it.

“I’m going to give you two bottles. Use the bigger one on your body with a washcloth, and exfoliate gently. The smaller one use on your face with just your hands, and do NOT rub hard, just lightly.” A few minutes later I stepped into the shower. The water had been on maybe 30 seconds when Abby poked her head into the bathroom. “HEY!” I shouted, instinctively covering up. “Relax, I can’t see anything except a peach-colored blur.” It was true, the sliding glass shower doors were made out of pebbled glass. I probably looked like a Picasso painting. “Besides,” she teased, “I saw more of you on the national news.” Ouch.

“Okay, fine! Just wait at the door!” “Do it faster.” “Shut up.” Tae Min turned around, staring at the wall like it contained the secrets of the universe. “Are you done yet?” he called. “You’re ruining my bath!” “Stop talking and hurry!” After a few tense seconds— “You can come in now. Don’t peek.” “Don’t peek at me either,” Tae Min muttered as he untangled his shorts. The silence inside the bathroom felt suffocating. Water dripping. Breathing uneven.