408: SHOWER REVERIE

ARIEL'S POV I stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, and the cascading water washed away the remnants of the playful banter that had filled the room moments ago. The steam enveloped me, cocooning me in a comforting haze as I sighed contentedly. Despite the light-hearted exchange with Luke, a lingering sense of warmth lingered in the air, a testament to our deep connection. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about his lovely grin, playful antics, and how his touch sent shivers down my spine. The memory of his hand seizing mine and pulling me close to him flashed through my mind, and I had to replay the moment over and over again. It was really electrifying to see the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing that mattered at that moment. I closed my eyes, letting the water wash over me, allowing myself to bask in the memory of his touch. It was a gentle reminder of the love we shared, one that transcended memory loss and doubts. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice