Dane's POV:
The hazy borders of her body were all I could see through the white-out. The steam was suffocating, a thick, humid barrier that turned the bathroom into a private world. Hot water cascaded down her prominent curves, turning her skin a flushed, petal-pink.
She slid the glass door open just an inch, a ghost of vapor escaping through the gap as our eyes locked. She stood there for a second, her eyes shut tight as the spray hammered against her face.
Then, her dainty hands came up, wiping the water from those dark, striking eyes. When they finally settled on me, they were sparkling with a cheeky, dangerous light.
"Hey you," she said, her voice a soft lilt over the roar of the pipes.
"Weren't you dying?" I asked, my words full of concern but my tone was low, dragged down by the sight of her.
"Yeah, but you're here, and I'm here, and I'm okay," she mused.
I felt the corners of my mouth pull up involuntarily.
