I don't know how we made it to the bed or if the water was ever turned off in the shower. But we were together, our bodies slippery, our wet hair soaking the sheets we were tangled in. And then we were tangled, our legs and arms. His hands were everywhere, paying reverence to the many scars on my body. His lips followed, and I grew reacquainted with the hard muscles of his stomach, the feel of him.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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The passage describes an intimate moment between two characters as they find themselves tangled together after a shower, their bodies still wet and slick. The situation appears almost surreal as they reflect on how they got to the bed and whether the water is still running. The atmosphere is charged with intimacy, highlighting their physical closeness and the emotional connections they share.

As the characters explore each other's bodies, the narration emphasizes the vulnerability and significance of their connection. The mention of scars suggests a deeper story, hinting at past struggles and experiences that bind them together. The scene captures a blend of passion and tenderness, illustrating their mutual exploration not just of their bodies, but of the hidden layers of their individual histories.

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