Surrender to Sensation

I watched Adrian's back as he walked toward the door, my body still tingling from his touch and the cold water. My towel clung to my damp skin, and droplets slid down my legs onto the bathroom floor. In that moment, clarity washed over me. I was tired of waiting. Tired of denying myself. Tired of letting others control my fate.

"Adrian," I called out, my voice stronger than I expected.

He paused, his hand on the doorknob, but didn't turn around. The muscles in his back tensed visibly.

"Please look at me," I said softly.

He stood frozen for a moment before slowly turning to face me. His eyes were dark with restraint, his jaw clenched tight.

"This isn't a good idea," he said, his voice rough.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. "For once in my life, I don't care about good ideas. I know exactly what I want."

"And what is that?" he asked, his gaze intense.

I let the towel slip just slightly, exposing my shoulder. "I want you to lose control."