Throwing my clothes where I had to, I follow her. Behind the steamy shower door, a graceful body is visible, and I, like a moth reaching for a light bulb, reach for it. She twitches at the sound of the door opening, but doesn't react at all. So it continues to stand under warm jets of water. She shudders a little when I put my hands on her fragile shoulders, hugging her from behind.

"I'm sorry," I whisper into my hair. - I ... went too far.

She snorts.

- A little?

- Please...

He sighs heavily and turns in my arms. He lifts his head and looks into my...