She didn’t hear the bathroom door open again. She didn’t see the shadow move.
“Marcus,” she said, not opening her eyes. “You’re supposed to be at the late meeting.” alexis fawx shower surprise
She turned the shower handle without looking. The pipes groaned once, then surrendered a torrent of steam. Alexis stepped under the spray before it had even fully warmed, gasping as the cold shock turned into a slow, melting relief. She tilted her head back, letting the water hammer the knots out of her shoulders. She didn’t hear the bathroom door open again
The surprise wasn’t the act—they had been together long enough for few secrets. The surprise was the when . The unexpectedness of it. The way he had seen her exhaustion and answered not with words, but with presence. “You’re supposed to be at the late meeting