Betty's POV

The shower spray was warm cascading over my shoulders and down my back in steady streams. Steam filled the glass enclosure quickly, wrapping around us like a secret. I tried to focus on the water, on anything except the man standing right behind me, but it was impossible. His presence filled the space completely.

His lips never left mine as his fingers worked through my hair, thoroughly, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it.

I didn't ...