Feel Wanted

I push the door to Vance’s room open, expecting to find him waiting. Standing by the door, or even by his bed.

But the room is empty. Frowning, I step inside and look around, wondering where he’s gone. I hear the sound of running water and make my way toward the master bathroom.

My feet are soft against the floor and anticipation lights my body at the thought of showering with Vance.

Of touching