I tug down my boxer briefs and step under the warm water. Yeah, I’m weak to that body of hers. I tilt my head under, getting my hair wet. It feels good as the heat penetrates beneath my skin, easing my muscles and relaxing my mind.

The swell of her hips.

The rising and falling of her chest.

The sound of her lips parting just before she licks them.

Taking hold of my erection, I let the images of her fill my head as my senses kick in from when I stood so close to her when she was seated on the cabinet in front of me as I bandaged her chin. I remember her smelling of springtime and freshly picked flowers, and her skin being as soft as a rose petal. I breathed her in just to taste a part of her.

Stroking slowly, the urge to release builds inside me as memories come flooding back—the sound of her whispers as if we were Bonnie and Clyde, just the two of us escaping together.

I pick up my pace.

Pinning my palm to the shower wall, I can see her as clearly as if she were here now. Her eyes were closed, and her trust on full display. I could have leaned in to kiss her vulnerabilities, but I savored the sight of her instead. Her body so close to mine in the doorway . . .

My hold grows tighter as an orgasm rushes forward.

That look in her eye . . .

The sway of her ass . . .

The way she looked back as if she wished she could stay . . .

“Lark. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My voice trails off, the last words faint under the sound of the shower as I lean against the cold tiles to recuperate.

The release? Worth it.

* * *

A poke to the ribs startles me, and I turn around. “Busted,” Lark says, beaming in victory.

Turning around, I lean against the brick building to face her. I take the high road . . . Okay, I don’t, but I do feign innocence. “Busted me doing what? Hanging out before class?”

She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest with a large tumbler in her hand. Shrugging it off, she says, “Aw, come on, Harbor. Don’t be a poor sport. Admit it, you were waiting for me.”

“Hi, Harbor,” some girl I met at a party last year purrs as she passes behind Lark.

Lark rolls her eyes, but then something dawns in her eyes, and she sucks in a breath. “Oh my God, you weren’t waiting for me, were you? I’m so sorry. Ugh.” She tries to escape through the double doors, but I catch the tail of her sweatshirt and tug her back to me.

“No. I wasn’t waiting for anyone else.” I get her to turn around. She leans against the wall where I was just a moment earlier. Pink-cheeked and giggling, she looks up at me with bright-green eyes catching the sunlight inside.