Meteors
The shower was almost scalding hot, but she loved the way the water caressed her. It raced down her body in endless streams, warming her as she shook off the winter chill. She tilted her head and enjoyed the feel of the pulsing showerhead as the water careened off her throat. Turning around, Maggie let the water sift through her hair, those long mahogany tresses turning ever darker under the water. The water dribbled to a stop as she stretched. Her skin was buzzing with warmth and the thick...