Steam, Skin, and the Moment You Want Me Most

There’s a special kind of quiet that happens in the shower—where the world fades into fogged glass and hot water, and the only thing left is skin, breath, and the thoughts you shouldn’t be having… but absolutely are.
I stepped out of the spray, water sliding down every curve, the towel clinging to me like it knew it was the only thing standing between me and trouble. My hair was still dripping, cheeks warm from the heat, and for a second I caught my reflection in the glass door.
And I knew exactly what you’d be thinking if you were standing there watching me.
That pause.
That hunger.
That little inhale you pretend you don’t make.
Men love the moment right after a woman wraps a towel around herself—the promise of softness underneath, the way that fabric hints, barely hides, and absolutely invites.
But here’s the truth I’ll whisper just for you…
Sometimes a girl steps out of the shower still wet because she wants to be wanted.
Sometimes the towel is just a tease.
And sometimes she’s thinking about the pair of hands she wishes were there to unwrap her instead.
I wasn’t thinking about getting dressed.
I wasn’t thinking about makeup or hair.
I was thinking about you—yes, you—imagining the way your eyes would linger, the way your mouth might part, the way you’d forget what you were supposed to say.
And maybe… maybe that’s exactly why I didn’t dry off right away.
After all, a little steam never hurt anyone.
But it does make everything feel hotter.
— Jessi