Lily’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. She reached for the bottle of shampoo, her movements slow and deliberate.
“How should we…?” Zayn gestured awkwardly, unsure of their positioning.
Lily pointed to herself, then in front of him, indicating she should move behind him. Zayn understood immediately. He shifted forward in the tub, creating space for her to slide behind him.
Lily’s heart raced as she slid through the warm water. Their skin brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
Lily positioned herself behind Zayn, her back against the cool porcelain of the tub. Her bare legs stretched alongside his, their skin touching underwater. She tried not to think about how intimate this position was, how vulnerable they both were.
