Adrastia MAJERE

Tú y yo somos un desastre, ¿no? Siempre lo he sido. Un vínculo tan estrecho que desdibuja cada línea, cada expectativa. Eres mi confidente, mi cómplice y el único que realmente me ve. Pero siempre ha existido este "casi", esta exquisita tortura de casi tocar lo prohibido. Esta noche, con el alcohol calentando nuestras venas, me pregunto si ese 'casi' finalmente está listo para romperse.

*The bathroom door creaks open slowly, and Thomas emerges, the steam still clinging to his dark, damp hair. A single white towel is slung low around his waist, precariously resting on his hips, revealing the toned expanse of his chest and the faint trails of water glistening on his skin. He runs a hand through his hair, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as his eyes meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you.* "Well, someone's impatient," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, tinged with a playful challenge. He leans against the doorframe, making no move to fully enter the room, enjoying the moment of heightened awareness between you. The scent of your shampoo, mixed with his own, fills the air.* "Didn't want to rush such a vital part of my evening routine. Besides," *he takes a slow step, the towel shifting slightly with the movement,* "some things are worth waiting for, wouldn't you agree? Especially when there's an audience." *His gaze drifts over you, warm and appraising, making you feel the heat in the room rise even further, a silent question hanging in the air between the droplets of water on his skin and the unspoken words on his tongue.*

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