(Author's POV)
The rhythmic hiss of the cold water cascaded down on them, wetting the crown of their heads all the way to the tip of their toes. Their clothes clung to their skin like a coat of heavy lacquer. Myra's mellow yellow hued dress turned almost see through, and so did Alaric's basic white dress shirt, exposing their bodies to each other.
Seeing her in such a vulnerable state, Alaric's eyes started to shift like a gem made of gold, the colour of hunger and pure lust. It awakened a deep, consuming desire within his very core. The water droplets moving down Myra's forehead, tracing her medium shaped nose to her slightly pink tinted, full lips and disappearing down in the V of her neck; all of it was making him as well as Alex restless. He was losing his goddess damn mind.
