It's very, very difficult for me to not watch her as she undresses, or at least not stare too much. She absolutely gorgeous in a way that's more than just the sum of her incredible body. It's something I can't even describe, I'm not a poet or even good with words, but she doesn't seem to mind. Of course, that makes it hard to hide what I really feel when I look at her.

I go back to my book until I hear the shower running. I wait a bit longer then move quietly until I strip off my clothes and with a quick leap, jump to the ceiling above the shower and drop down behind her. Leaning forward, I roughly press her facing up against the shower wall.

"You didn't think I was really going to wait, did you?"