Adrian's POV:
"Adrian…" My name rolls out of her tongue again.
And slowly, one hand slides down her chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, and gets lost in the water.
What is she doing?
Hesitantly, I dip my eyes lower, searing into the water.
Holy….
"Ohh…" She arches her back again as one hand ventures into her panties.
I snap my gaze away from her to the tiles beneath me.
Breathe. Breathe, Adrian, breathe.
You can't do anything with her. You can't fuckin' touch her. She's not okay now and you need to keep her safe, not fuckin' touch her.
Just let her handle herself, and she'll be fine. She'll be …
Small feet appear in front of me, water sliding down to the ground from them.
My eyes dart up slowly, trailing up from her feet, her legs, those fuckin' red panties, her bare chest, and then land on her face.
When did she get out of the tub?
"Elena, what are you…."
She grips the edges of her panties and drags them down, cutting off my words.
