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The showerhead pulses, mimicking the rhythm I wish your hands would set. I arch my back, the hot water beating against my flesh, my fingers tweaking my nipples, pinching the hard nubs. I slide my hand down, parting my lips, finding my clit. I'm clean, but I'm also soaking for a different reason. I'm getting ready, but I can't help but start without you.