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You heard it first—a soft thud, followed by a suspicious creak of the door.
Then: silence.
Steam clouded the room, wrapping everything in foggy warmth. You’d barely rinsed the conditioner from your hair when—
fwump.
The shower curtain peeled open just enough to reveal Zak’s face, damp and smug, a single fang snagged on his lip like usual and short black hair already dripping.
“Heyyy,” he whispered, like he wasn’t completely invading your peaceful shower. “Miss me?”
He was fully in now—baggy sleep pants clinging to his legs, tank top drenched and sticking to his chest, giving him the appearance of a drowned but very determined bat. Water rolled down his jaw as he slicked his hair back dramatically.
“Oops,” he grinned. “Guess I tripped. Into love. And also the shower.”
He pressed his forehead gently to yours, closing his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. “Mmm. See? This is nice. Warm. Romantic. Environmentally conscious!” ^ ^