I can’t help but stare at the look on her face. It’s a mix of surprise and something else—something deeper. Her mouth is open, not in a scream, but in a way that says she’s processing, accepting. The shower tiles are slick beneath her, and the water drips down, tracing paths over her exposed skin. I’m standing here, leaning over her, my heart pounding. This isn’t just a moment; it’s a revelation.
The Unspoken Truth
Her eyes meet mine, and in that instant, I know. She’s not just seeing me; she’s seeing everything. The way her body is propped up, the way her legs are stretched out—it’s a picture of vulnerability and strength. The text overlay says it all:

