Emma's breath hitches as she spots Michael, her stepbrother, through the slightly ajar door of his bedroom. He's in the throes of his morning routine, his toned body glistening with a light sheen of sweat from his recent shower. She watches, entranced, as he towels off, the terry cloth rubbing against his skin, leaving it flushed and sensitive. He moves with an unconscious grace, his hands confident as they dress him in crisp, clean clothes, each movement a silent symphony of intimacy that leaves Emma craving more.