Falling Down(134)

"Jesse? Breathe," she tells me with a tap to my cheek.
I blow out a breath and pull her to me. Nothing can happen to her. I just found her. I love her more than anything and if she were taken from me--no. It won't happen. Fate brought us together, it's going to keep us together.
"Are you okay, babe?" she asks.
"Yeah," I nod. "I'm good."
"Sure?"
"Mhmm." I wash my hair and body while she shaves her legs. Damn if that isn't sexy. What the hell? Who knew women shaving their legs was sexy? It's the motion, the glide of her hand with the razor, it's almost sensual. Jesus. I have it bad. I admit to being two hundred percent * whipped. The thing about that? I don't give a f*ck. I like it. No one better mess with me about it either. I think of Ben and I just know he's going to. I'll have to punch him in the mouth when he does. He'll deserve it. Hell, he'll know it's coming the minute he opens his mouth.
I just watch as she finishes shaving her legs, so neat and precise. I suppose if she doesn't do it carefully she'll cut the shit out of herself and that shit hurts like a motherf*cker.
"There. I just have to rinse," she says turning to me. When she sees me staring at her, shoulder against the wall of the shower, arms crossed over my chest, she lifts her brows. "What?"
I just shake my head. How can I tell her she's so beautiful she steals my breath? That even watching her shave her legs is sexy. I'm turning into a f*cking chick. I think I need to fight with Ben just to make sure my balls are still intact. Shit.
"Ready?" I ask as I get set to change the spray. "This might hurt your tats so brace for it."
She nods, almost bouncing in excitement. I grin. She's so damn cute.
I hit the button for FULL and all the jets shoot out water, ten total. They're positioned from all angles, including the sides.
"Ohhhh," she moans as the water beats on her back. "This is amazing."
"Let's try the next one," I say quickly, ridiculously jealous that the f*cking jets can make her moan like that. I have no idea what the f*ck is going on with me, but now I'm definitely going to have Ben punch me in the face. Maybe even Ethan too for good measure.
The next one is MIST and it's just as it sounds, a slow mist from all the jets.
"I don't like that one," she says closing her eyes. "It's like being splashed in the face. I hate that."
"Next," I announce and press STREAM. It's just a regular shower, straight from the three nozzles overhead.
"That'll be great for rinsing my hair," she tells me.
"Next," I say, pressing STREAM-X. Regular streams come from all jets except the two that angle toward the face and she grins. "That's a nice one too."
I smirk. "You're so cute, Luce."
She flits a hand in my direction. "Next!"
"Brace yourself." I press MASSAGE.
The three overhead nozzles, pulse in a massaging stream.
"Shit!" she squeals.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, it just hit my tat on my shoulder."
"Okay, let me switch it quick." I press STEAM and steam comes from all ten nozzles and the exhaust fan kicks on to high.
"Oh, steam room."
"You ever go for a steam?"
She wrinkles her nose. "I tried it. I don't care for it really, not in the club anyway. This isn't so bad. It's not dry like the other."
"Yeah, I'm not a fan of the steam box either. If I want to sweat, I'll just lift weights or go for a run."
"Exactly."
"There are a couple more and I'll let you play around with them next time you shower."
"Cool. You don't mind?"