Alexis Fawx Shower Surprise [VERIFIED]

Alexis flinched, then immediately relaxed. She knew that touch.

She felt the heat of him before she felt his body—the shower was spacious, but suddenly it felt very small. He stepped in behind her, fully clothed. His soaked dress shirt clung to his chest, and she could feel the cool, wet fabric press against her bare skin before he pulled her hips back against his.

The front door clicked shut, a sound of finality that echoed through the quiet house. Alexis Fawx dropped her carry-on bag with a heavy thud, rolling her neck to release the tension that had calcified there somewhere between the red-eye flight and the two-hour traffic jam.

“Cancelled,” his voice was low, close to her ear. “And you looked like you needed help unwinding.”

She didn’t hear the bathroom door open again. She didn’t see the shadow move.

His hands slid up her soap-slicked sides, thumbs tracing her ribs. Alexis finally opened her eyes, turning her head just enough to catch his reflection in the fogged mirror across the room—two silhouettes blurred by steam, merging into one.