I don’t know how much time passes before Dayton is moving underneath me and gently rolling my body off of his. His dick has gone soft inside me, so he pulls it out.
“You want to shower, baby?” he whispers.
I’ve never known this gentle side of him. He brushes my hair off my forehead and pulls a blanket over my naked body before stepping off the bed.
I crack my eyes open and watch him go into the bathroom. He leaves the door cracked—an invitation.
A few seconds later, I hear the shower turn on. I desperately need to pee, but I’m so relaxed that I don’t feel like moving.
But Dayton is naked in the shower right now.
That thought rouses me. I climb out of bed, wrapping the soft red blanket around my shoulders that Dayton covered me with. I push the door to the bathroom open.
It’s massive, with two double sinks and ten feet of marble countertop between them. I drop the blanket and step into the toilet room to relieve myself before walking back out.
The shower is at the end, big enough for six people to fit inside. It has four showerheads—two rainfall ones coming from the ceiling and two poking out of the walls.
Dayton has them all on. He’s standing behind the wall of glass, his hand pressed to the gray tiles, his shoulders tense.
He steps under the spray of the water, rubbing his hands over his hair as the water cascades down his rippling back muscles. I lick my lips and pull open the door, stepping into the steamy shower with him. He’s perfectly still, aside from the gentle movement of each breath.
When I step under the spray on the opposite wall a few feet away from him, he turns. I let the water wash over me, surprised at how much blood swirls down the drain.
“Did that gross you out?”
He shakes his head. “You could never gross me out.”
I never thought Dayton was disgusted by me, but I did think he despised me. Now I don’t know what to think.
“A lot of things do though. With my OCD, I have a hard time not feeling repulsed until I do something, like wash my hands or change my clothes after a workout. When it comes to you, I … I’m disgusted with myself for wanting you so badly. I’ve done so many things, thought about you in ways I know I shouldn’t have.”
I’m still getting used to this, to someone who is turned on by everything about me, even when my period blood is washing down the drain from his side of the shower too. Andrew and Axel both wouldn’t touch me during my time of the month. It was a blow job or nothing.
My throat bobs. I grab the shampoo and pour it into my hand. He watches me lather it in my hair.
“I knew you had it, but I never really thought it was anything that affected your daily life. Russell always said you handled it well.”
He takes the shampoo from me, his mouth in a line. He squirts it into his hand and starts lathering it into his hair.
“He wanted me to fight it, to not give in to the compulsions. I do, mostly. Some urges are harder than others to ignore.”
His eyes trail over my wet body. His dick starts hardening again.
My breath catches.He means me.
“How long has this … how long have you thought about me like this?”
“I’ve been dreaming about this for over ten years.”
“It’s always been you. Always.”
His whispered words filter through my mind.
He rinses his hair. I do the same, my stomach feeling heavy. I grab the conditioner and thread it through the ends of my hair. He uses it, too, his eyes roaming from the floor to the wall, clearly avoiding me.
I start to think he’s not going to answer me when, finally, he grabs the bottle of body wash and pumps it twice.
My breath catches when he kneels in front of me and starts rubbing the soap over my calves, moving up my leg slowly.