Splash

Stepping into the shower, she feels the rush of hot water hit her skin and the memory of that night floods back. Her boyfriend had slipped in behind her, hands sliding over her wet body before she could even reach for the soap. She remembers every slow pass of his fingers, the way he traced her curves under the stream. Now she mirrors those touches herself. Blonde hair clings to her shoulders as she moves, one hand cupping a breast while the other slips between her legs. The rhythm builds with the water, steady and deliberate, until the heat inside matches the heat pounding down on her.