The warm water cascaded down Sabrina's back, blending with the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed from more than just the heat of the shower.
Alex's hands moved gently across her shoulders, his touch more soothing than teasing. Despite the intimacy of the moment, there was an unspoken tenderness between them— a connection that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.
"You know," Alex said, his voice breaking through the soft patter of water, "I never imagined we'd be here like this. Not so soon, at least."
Sabrina opened her eyes, turning slightly to look at him. His dark hair was slicked back, water droplets clinging to his jawline, and his expression was unusually vulnerable. "Neither did I," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But here we are."
He smiled, his hand brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. "And I'm not complaining."
