You push the curtains back, exposing my inner space to your passive gaze. I can feel anticipation drumming through me as you begin to undress and then step inside. You lock eyes with the handle as you turn it and activate the running water from the shower head. I have to stop myself from grinning as you back away, not wanting the water to hit your skin just yet. Your attempt to escape my cold blast was adorable. You ran your fingers along the nozzles and I shuddered, not expecting such an intimate touch from you. You were just checking the temperature, but still, it was enough to make me quiver. God, what am I doing? I'm supposed to be getting you clean, but when you tease me like that it makes it hard. I only see you twice a day and when you're here, you don't stay long. Always rushing off somewhere else. I didn't want to give you another reason to remain distant. I had to get it together. I had to be your shower and nothing else. I couldn't let you affect me like this.