What Lurks in the Shadows
She pursed her succulent lips rubbing a finger around them slowly as he brown hair was still dripping down her perfect, goosebump prickled skin due to cool air slowly starting to filter into the room as she opened the door. She went back to the mirror then, licked her lips and then rubbed her fingers together. It was how she checked if it was a good enough shower. If she could feel a lot of grease on her fingers. Or if she could taste a salty taste on her lips from her fingers. The shadow...