Twenty-Six

The bathroom was huge and all soft grey tile and black bench tops with gold finishes. Darius was already in the shower that could easily fit another three people and had multiple shower heads. Reaching out, Darius grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the stream of water. I chuckled when I smacked into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor. Darius holds me upright, steadying me.