#Chapter 82- Homeless

Fiona “Come on,” Ethan whispers, tugging me toward the bathroom. I allow him to guide me, bringing me into the bathroom and sitting me on the sink. Then, I watch as he walks over to the shower and turns the knobs, testing the water until it’s just right. Steam fills the room, fogging up the glass and the mirror. “Come here.” He holds out a hand for me, squeezing mine when I place it in his hand. “Let me help you relax,” Ethan murmurs, gently lifting the hem of the shirt I’m wearing. I lean into him, allowing him to take the lead and pull my shirt over my head before dropping it to the floor. His fingers trail down my ribs to the waistline of the sweatpants I’m wearing, sending shivers through my body as he pushes them down. My breathing grows heavy as he undresses me, his strong fingers on my skin, his eyes taking me in with admiration, and his body pressing against mine. Ethan backs me up, nudging me until I’m under the water, the warmth sinking into my bones and p