Unable to control himself any longer, unable to simply stand there in agonising proximity, he placed the towels on a nearby hanger, his movements deliberately slow. Then, with a practiced, almost casual motion, he slowly turned on the showerhead above him, letting the cool spray drench him completely. The sudden rush of water, cold against his hot skin, was a shock, but it was also a cover, a perfect excuse. Mira gasped in horror, her eyes widening in genuine surprise as she watched him get soaked.

Giri feigned surprise, a low chuckle rumbling deep in his chest, a sound that was half genuine amusement, half raw desire. "Oh, shit! I think I pressed the shower button by mistake!" he exclaimed, a note of mock exasperation in his voice, though his eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint.