CIAN
Fia looked up at me.
Her eyes were wide and dark. Something flickered in them that I could not name.
I withdrew my hand which has been so close to grabbing hers.
"Sorry."
The word came out barely above a whisper.
"It is fine."
My voice was restrained. Too restrained. I was forcing the words through clenched teeth. Fighting every instinct that screamed at me to close the distance between us.
We stood there.
Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. The water kept running. Steam filled the shower until I could barely see her through it.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
One minute passed.
Maybe two.
Time felt strange. Stretched thin and heavy at the same time.
"You look clean," I said finally because this needed to end before it got even further. There was not much I could take.
I sprayed her lathered hands before lowering the shower head.
The water stopped.
"I should get you a towel."
I stepped out before I did something stupid.
