The morning sun hadn't even fully broken over the horizon before the soft, steady hiss of water echoed through the quiet master bathroom. The day before had been a long, hazy blur of lingering touches, shared coffee mugs, and lazy hours spent buried under blankets, but as Paris slowly blinked her eyes open, she realized she didn't want the spell to break just yet. Beside her, Adam was already stirring, his arm heavy and warm thrown over her waist, his dark curls pleasantly chaotic against the white pillowcase. When his eyes cracked open, dark and thick with sleep, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. Without a word, he pulled her in for a quick, deep morning kiss before tossing back the duvet. "Shower?" he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. Paris didn't need to be asked twice.
Together, they padded barefoot across the cool tile of the bathroom. Adam turned the brass handles, and instantly, a heavy, cascading stream of warm water burst from the large rain showerhead overhead. Within seconds, thick clouds of warm steam began to rise, coating the floor-to-ceiling glass walls in a dense, opaque fog that completely sealed them off from the rest of the apartment—and the rest of the world. Paris stepped inside first, letting out a long, contented sigh as the hot water hit her skin, soaking through her hair and washing away the last remnants of sleepiness. Adam stepped in right behind her, completely unbothered by the spray, his broad, bare shoulders glistening under the overhead light as the water slicked his dark hair back.
He didn't hesitate to close the small gap between them. Stepping directly into her space, Adam reached out, his long fingers slick with water as he gently caught her by the waist and drew her flush against his bare chest. Paris gasped softly at the sudden, electric shock of his warm skin against hers, her hands automatically coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the fast, steady thud of his heart beneath her palms. "Good morning, co-host," Adam whispered into the small space between their lips, his breath hot against her skin despite the heavy mist surrounding them. Before she could answer, he leaned down and captured her mouth in a slow, deep, waking-up kiss that instantly set a burning pace for the rest of their morning.
What was supposed to be a quick trip to get ready for the day quickly dissolved into a long, effortless hour where time simply ceased to exist. The glass walls remained entirely fogged, trapping the heat and the sound of cascading water inside their private sanctuary. Adam’s hands moved with practiced, intense familiarity, trailing slow paths of fire down her slick back, gripping her waist tightly to pull her closer until there was no space left between them. Every time Paris tried to catch her breath, Adam’s mouth would shift, trailing a line of open-mouthed, lingering kisses along her jawline, down the sensitive curve of her throat, and over her collarbone, making her arch into his touch with a soft hum of approval.
They moved together under the steady downpour with an effortless rhythm that only came from years of knowing every inch of each other. Paris ran her fingers through his wet curls, tilting her head back to meet his gaze through the mist. Adam’s eyes were dark, burning with a quiet intensity as he smoothed a stray, wet lock of hair away from her face, his thumb softly tracing the line of her cheekbone. "We have nowhere to be today either, you know," Adam murmured, his voice thick and quiet over the sound of the shower. Paris smiled, wrapping her arms securely around his neck and pulling him back down to her. "I know," she whispered against his lips. "That’s why we’re not rushing."
As the water continued to pour down over their shoulders, washing away everything outside those foggy glass doors, their touches grew deeper and more urgent. Slipping and sliding gently against each other in the warm stall, every kiss felt heightened by the water, every touch magnified by the quiet privacy of the room. They lost track of how many minutes passed as they held each other close, wrapped entirely in the heat, the water, and the undeniable pull that kept them anchored to one another. By the time Adam finally reached over to turn off the brass handles, bringing the rushing water down to a quiet, rhythmic drip, a full hour had slipped away without either of them noticing. Standing together in the quiet, foggy stall, breathless and thoroughly warm, they stepped out into the room ready to take on another long, uninterrupted day together.