Sophie Marie (Patreon)

Bathroom Heat

The bathroom tiles were cool under my skin — a sharp little contrast to the warm flush running through my cheeks. I’d slid down the cabinet slowly, letting my back press against it while my legs fell open in that lazy, shameless sprawl that only happens when the room is empty… or when I secretly want someone to look.

The light from the window was soft, milky, flattering in the way afternoon light always is when it decides to be kind. It kissed over my shoulders, down my stomach, catching on the sheer fabric stretched over my skin. The tiny embroidered dots felt like they were glowing.

I tugged one of the side straps with my fingers — lightly, playfully — just to feel the elastic snap back against my hip.

And maybe just to imagine the reaction it would get.

My hair fell in loose waves over one shoulder, brushing the tattoo on my ribs as I tilted my head back. I let my lips part, not deliberately… at least that’s the story I’d tell. The truth? Sometimes a pose feels too good not to sink fully into.

The tiles, the light, the soft rustle of fabric — everything slowed, thickened, like the air had decided to watch me too.

I let my gaze drop, tracing the lines of my own body, then drifted up again with a smile I knew was more than a little wicked.

If someone walked in right now…

well.

I certainly wouldn’t be the one to break the moment.