The bathroom is huge, with soft gray tile and black countertops with gold finishes. Tobias is already in the shower which could easily fit another three people and has multiple shower heads. Reaching out, Tobias grabs my wrist and pulls me under the stream of water. I chuckle when I smack into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor. Tobias holds me upright, steadying me. Theo steps in behind me and reaches for a loofah and shower gel that’s sitting on a shower niche behind Tobias.
I move over to the second shower head and start wetting my hair before shampooing it, trying to untangle the knots that have formed. While rinsing it out, I feel hands touch my breasts. I know who it is because even under the hot water his hands are colder than mine and definitely colder than
