The bathroom echoes with the sound of running water as he steps into the shower, his body still tense from their recent fucking. The water turns his skin pink, washing away the remnants of their passion. He soaps up, running the suds over his muscles, but his mind keeps drifting back to the feel of her, the taste of her, the way she moaned his name. He's hard again, the water and soap doing nothing to quell his desire.