After making sure Henry wasn’t going anywhere without her, Julie entered her shower at last.
The hot water hit her aching muscles and she moaned at the feeling. She couldn’t believe her adoptive parents were dead. Her only comfort in this hellish life was no more. She’d have to deal with heartache alone from now on, having no one to rely on but her friends… and Henry –if their twisted relationship could be salvaged, that is.
Another moan was ripped out of her throat when she felt a hand sneak around her waist, to end up touching, kneading her left breast.
She didn’t need to turn around to know who that was… she’d recognize his touch anywhere.
Henry stood behind her, naked, his toned body pressing into hers, and it was all she could not to lean back on him, not to lose herself to him
