Poor Zach.
The shower handle gave a squeak as Zach turned on the shower, the hot spray hitting the warm, exposed skin of his chest and legs. He arched his back as the steam rose up, and the water slid over the dark contours of his skin.
Nothing felt better than a hot shower on a cold day, and nothing felt better than the caress of water against bare skin. Nothing except maybe the caress of a human’s touch.
His thoughts shifted to Gentry. That translucent skin stretched over a firm, tense body. The voice that taunted him, and the tongue that teased him. How did that boy always end up in his thoughts? Zach’s chest heaved at the thought of that pale skin, hot mouth, and those rough hands sliding inside his shirt, a strong leg between his own…
A frightened squeak sounded before a ball of fur frantically lunged at him, knocking him out of the shower.
“AHHH!”
Zach lay on the floor, tangled in the shower curtain, with the water spraying onto the tiles. There it stood; the dark red, beady-eyed monster! Zach pulled the sticky, wet shower curtain off him and threw it over the frantically squeaking beast before grabbing his towel and running out the door.
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