I woke up to the sound of the shower, and my brows furrowed lightly as I turned on my back. I remembered coming back here with Nikolai, the lightly tipsy giggles, the slow kisses, and the way he had fallen asleep on my lap, holding my hand. I wanted to do that more. To see him warm up to me more.
I sat up, the mischievous part of me that had been reined in by my mother peeking out gently. He was still in the shower, and I quickly grabbed a robe and slipped out of the hoodie I was wearing.
I tied my hair up in a messy bun, then took a deep breath. Slowly, I headed towards the shower, then gently opened it. Nikolai was in the cubicle, and it was blurry, but I could see the outline of his body against the blurry glass.
He turned to me, and I saw him grab something. I knew I couldn't back
