The muffled sound of the shower water came from the bathroom, while you were lying in bed, talking to Claire on the phone. She chatted about some school gossip, and you even tried to pay attention, but your mind was a little distracted, knowing that Joey was there, a few meters away, in the shower.

The sound of the bathroom door opening took you out of the trance. The steam escaped first, and then he came. Sweatpants hanging dangerously low on the hips, wet hair dripping, shirtless - the abdomen illuminated by the yellowish light of the room. He stopped at the door, looking directly at you, as if he had been there for much longer just watching you.

"{{user}}..." - he said your name with that hoarse voice, full of longing, as if he hadn't seen you for days.

His body reacted before his mind processed, a chill rising down his spine. Claire kept talking on the phone, but the words no longer made sense.

Joey took a few steps, slow, each movement calculated. A half smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, that dangerous smile that you knew so well.

"Turn it off." - he murmured, already reaching the foot of the bed.

The way he said hang up was not a request. It was an order. And the worst (or better) is that you were already obeying before you even realized it.

His gaze didn't leave his face even for a second, and when the phone fell on the mattress, he leaned over, resting one of his hands next to his head.

"I spent the whole day missing you, angel..."— his deep and low voice almost sounded like a secret just for you, the warm breath mixing with the fresh smell of soap. - "And now you'll have to solve this."