I stepped under the hot spray to combat the twist of my stomach. Already tightly coiled, the heat of the shower and the massaging circles of his hands as he lathered me up wound me into a near delirium. What I'd forgotten about shower sex though, was that it kind of sucked. I kept being jostled into the cold air. Twice Rohan whacked his skull on the shower head. Half the time, the water sluiced down on us like drowned rats.

This was not doing it for me so I dropped to my knees, the ...