“Don't hate me, please.” She heaved a few times. “I'm not ready.”

Robert's face had shown disillusionment and alleviation, so he probably trusted her. Wasn't that enough?

Yes, Orva thought, I deserve this. She double-clicked the icon she had been staring at for ten minutes. So much for the promises she'd made herself.

A window sprung up on the screen. Robert was behind the shower shade, and steam surged over the top.

Orva murmured with frustration, but that didn't prevent her from watching. She was getting warm and damp between her legs.

The mist thickened while the shower continued longer than Orva needed to wait. Then, without pushing the drapery...