The sound of running water filtered through the bathroom door.
I hated it. It was unnecessarily loud, drifting my mind to the man currently behind the door recurrently.
I wonder what he looks like now.
My eyes widened. Absolutely not! We are not doing this! What was that??????
Despite the battle on my head, images of water trailing down his luscious hair to his neck, down to his solid bare chest…his torso…and…
I froze.
My right hand raised subconsciously, it's force meeting my cheek in a startling slap.
"Lyra," I whispered under my breath, dragging the hand down my face as if that alone could wipe the image out. "What is wrong with you?"
This is not the time.
Out of all the possible moments my mind could choose to betray me, it picks *now*?
