The warm steam filled her lungs, enveloping her in its warmth. Her hair was a frizzy, damp mess but she couldn’t care. Not when Charlie was making her feel this  good. Her hands gripped the cold tile, the shower raining down on her chest while he kneeled between her thighs. "Just like that. Don’t stop," she begged, raking her fingers through the baby-softness of his hair. 