#Chapter 122: Getting Steamy

Hannah The water was so hot it almost scalded my skin as I stepped into the shower, but I didn’t mind; if anything, it soothed my sore muscles and tender flesh. I let out a sigh as I slid the glass door shut behind me, inhaling the steam and the scent of echinacea. I shut my eyes as I ran my hair under the water, just letting the day wash away. It had been eventful, beginning with a sweaty training session with Noah and campaign work in my office. Noah had too much work to watch a movie and wait out the storm with me? Yeah, well, I had work to do, too. In reality, though, all of my work that day had been a distraction—anything to keep my mind off of the way he had looked when he had scurried out of the kitchen. The redness in his face, the bulge in his pants… it made me smirk and tremble at the same time as I washed my skin and my hair. For a moment, and only a moment, I allowed myself to imagine how it would feel if he were touching me right now—how his