Hanna's POV
After Emily's work-out she slowly swam over and sat down next to me. She had a tentative smirk on her face that I couldn't quite read. I panicked momentarily but then realized there was no way she could possibly know that I had been watching her or how my body was reacting to being this close to her. Or at least I hoped she didn't know. To ease my anxiety, I quickly poured her another drink and handed her an extra pair of sunglasses. We sat quietly for a few minutes before the silence became deafening. I reached for the pool control panel to put on some music in an attempt to distract myself.
The music was low and just soothing enough to lull me to sleep. While normally I would have welcomed a nap to get my mind off of things, it only made things worse. My dreams were lucid and confusing, but all had the same common theme, Emily. I woke up agitated, hungry, and slightly turned on several hours later.
Since hunger was the easiest one to fix, I suggested that we go inside and make some dinner. My cooking skills are limited to omelets and other easy meals, so I had pre-ordered some simple drunk food, like frozen pizza, for an occasion just like this. As I pre-heated the oven, I heard Emily head upstairs towards the bedrooms. A few minutes later the oven beeped and I put the pizza in. Knowing I had 20 minutes, I figured I had just enough time to take a quick shower and change into pajamas.
As I was heading upstairs I could hear the water running but was so distracted with the developments of the day that I wasn't really paying attention. I walked straight into my room, grabbed clothes and shower stuff out of my bag. As soon as I walk in the bathroom I realize that Emily was in my shower, and completely naked. The bathroom was a long straight room with the clear glass shower at the end.
I was frozen in place watching her. The steam had risen up so that I couldn't see everything but I could make out enough that I was completely transfixed on her. I stood there for several minutes, just watching her under the spray of the water, making no attempts to wash her hair or body. The motion she made next is one that I knew I would never forget. I could see her lift her long beautiful brown leg up onto the bench built into the shower, and then glide her hand directly between her legs. As she touched herself she let out a soft moan and my knees went weak. I dropped all my shower stuff out of my hands onto the marble floor and muttered under my breath hoping she was too distracted to hear the commotion.
As I collected my belongings off the floor, I looked up at her staring back at me through the shower door. I could see that her cheeks were flushed, probably from the hot water and embarrassment of being caught, but she didn't break eye contact. Now that she was turned to me, I took a minute to take in the beauty of her naked body. I still couldn't see the details but I could take in the curve of hips and the swell of her breasts.
Suddenly, and as if out of my own power, I felt myself walking towards her. I took each step slowly, and while it would be easy to say it was out of hesitation, I think it was more about giving her time to stop me.
Just before reaching the shower, I stood only a few feet from her, looked her straight in the eyes, looking for any sign of fear. I could tell she was nervous and maybe a little confused, but not afraid. In the only moment I was losing my nerve she smiled at me. It wasn't a huge smile, more of a half-smile. It was just enough to encourage me but not add any pressure. It was all I needed to act. I quickly dropped my beach towel, stripped off my bathing suit, and opened the shower door.
