The steam clung to my skin, making me feel sticky and hot all over. My breath came fast, shallow, and I pressed my lips together to keep any sound from escaping. Shame curled in my stomach, but right beside it was something hotter, sharper, something that made my thighs squeeze together.

I told myself to stop. To turn away. To run back to my room before I did something foolish. But my body didn’t listen.

My eyes stayed glued to him as he turned slightly, giving me another view. The lines of ...