C25 Livia

I run to the bathroom where Chase is still showering. He’s left the door open so the steam hasn’t fogged up the room, and I can see him distinctly through the clear glass wall of my walk-in shower. He must hear me because he turns toward me when I come in.

“Almost done here, babe,” he says, soap lathered on his chest and torso.

But I didn’t come in to rush him. I came to join him