Drenched in Desire

 

Drenched in Desire

The air was thick with heat, the kind that clung to the skin, that made every movement slow, deliberate. The bathroom mirror was fogged from the steam, beads of condensation trailing down the glass in lazy, winding patterns.

And then there was her.

She stood before the mirror, her back arched just enough to make the long, damp strands of her hair slide lower, the heavy weight of them clinging to her skin. Water dripped from the ends, slow and teasing, tracing down her spine, following the curve of her waist before disappearing beneath the towel barely clinging to her hips.

She lifted her hands, dragging them through the thick, wet mass, gathering it all in one fluid motion. The sound—soft, slick—was barely a whisper, but it was enough. Enough to send a shiver down her own spine, enough to make her inhale just a little sharper, as the cool weight of her hair lifted from her back.

She twisted it at the base of her neck, squeezing out the excess water. Droplets ran over her knuckles, slipping between her fingers, cascading down her arms. The movement was unhurried, methodical—like she knew exactly what she was doing.

She held it there for a moment, letting the strands coil in her grasp, heavy and dripping. Then, as if savoring the sensation, she released it.

The hair tumbled down in slow motion, slapping softly against her bare back, sticking to her damp skin like a lover’s touch. The weight of it settled, warm and clinging, each strand a silent caress as it slowly slid into place, forming dark ribbons over golden skin.

A drop of water traced the column of her throat, slipping down, down, disappearing between her collarbones, leaving a cool, wet trail in its wake. She tilted her head, running her fingers over her scalp, smoothing out the wet strands, letting them mold to her every curve.

Her breath was slow. Measured. Controlled.

She met her own gaze in the mirror, eyes dark, lips slightly parted. And then, with a slow, knowing smirk, she reached for the towel.

Because some things weren’t meant to be covered.