*Lauren*
The warm water cascaded down my back, mingling with Lucas's touch, as if the night hadn't yet ended. But the morning light creeping through the bathroom window was a reminder that our wonderful night had indeed faded into the day.
"Morning," Lucas said, his voice low and husky. His dark hair was tousled, and damp, making him look like he'd just stepped off the pages of some romance novel designed to make a woman's heart race.
"Morning," I echoed, smiling despite the knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. We moved together beneath the stream of water, soap slipping between us, and when his hands found my waist, drawing me closer, I should have melted into him. Instead, a sharp pang of guilt jabbed at my conscience.
"I can't stop thinking about last night," Lucas murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. His breath, warm and enticing, made my skin tingle with desire. I tried to push the guilt away, to focus on the sensations swirling between us.