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the shower curtain back. He glared at me and fire burned in his eyes. A fire I wasn’t sure I could read but it resembled anger, or at least that’s how I perceived it. He reached out and seized both my wrists. I looked down just to make sure he really had ahold of me. He began to pull me into the shower with him. I was too startled to resist, too confused to object. I stepped in the shower fully clothed and in my socks. The downpour quickly drenched my clothing. I was soaking wet in seconds. Nick let go of my wrists to remove my t-shirt by pulling it over my head. I raised my arms again as he removed my denim shorts. We both stood naked in the shower. We were face to face, trying to look through watered eyes and wet faces. Nick ran his hand up my spine. I couldn’t help but to arch forward. He slid his hand up my back and entangled his fingers in my soaked hair. He twisted my hair in his firm grip and tilted my chin up. My mouth opened. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue dance around the fevered bare skin of my throat while his free hand roughly cupped my breast. Nick guided his tongue into my mouth and I gasped for air. My heart raced as I got completely rapt in the moment.
    Before I could analyze his actions, he lifted me off my feet. He held me in the air and guided my legs to straddle him. I was being seduced. He slammed my back into to the tiled shower wall. I was being ravished. Then I felt him against the inside of my thigh, first nudging and then poking, then prodding, and finally jabbing his way inside me. The one relentless thrust knocked a moan from my lungs that made its way through my diaphragm and escaped through my lips.
    Nick’s shoulders fell at ease and the tension escaped his body with a single word. “Shit.” He moved slowly at first and then he found a rhythm that literally made me hum. I tried to stop humming but my hums turned into purrs. I tried to stop purring then my purrs turned into moans. I tried so desperately not to moan. I didn’t want anyone to hear me but my moans turned into screams. My screams of passion unleashed a fury in Nick that I can only describe as animalistic. My body vibrated with pleasure and I become completely conscious of my surroundings. He grunted as he slammed my body hard against the bath wall. As the third growl came so did Nick. He stayed inside for a moment, savoring our warm, wet connection. As he lowered my legs I shook again, an aftershock, a brief reminder of what we shared.
    Nick backed away from me and I could see he probably could go another round. I was spent and I hoped he wouldn’t come after me again. There has to be a recovery period. My legs were like Jell-O. I feared stepping out of the tub, slipping and banging my head. He ran his hands through his hair and just watched me. I didn’t know if I should speak or be quiet. I choose the latter.
    I soaped my body as I rinsed off in the now cold water. He intensely watched me. When I thought I was clean enough I stepped out, grabbed the towel I bought in for him. I quickly toweled myself off. I opened the door and peeked out into the hallway. I grabbed another towel for Nick from the linen closet and went back into the bathroom. I placed the clean towel on the sink.
    My wet clothes were inside the sink. I gathered them while Nick was washing himself in the shower. I creep out the bathroom in just a towel and hurried up to the attic. What just happened?
    I sat in my chair near the window. My mind raced like a brand new Porsche on an autobahn. I had been in a Porsche in Germany on an autobahn with the coked out grandson of an Italian billionaire. That day I thought I would die. Today I didn’t know what to think. Nick would be here in the room soon. Do I say nothing? Do I act casual? Do I pretend we just didn’t have sex? Do I make a joke acknowledging the fact that we had sex? What if he doesn’t come back here? What if he ignores me? What if he acts like nothing happen? Does he think I’m, I