Keegan

The water poured over me, washing away the dirt and exhaustion. After a week in the jungle, the shower felt like a paradise. I had warned the team not to disturb me, but I knew Thomas would try to tease me. However, Keegan was a different story. There was an electric tension between us, a mix of resentment and, let's face it, attraction. The sound of the door opening made me jump. My heart skipped a beat when Keegan entered the shower room. His gaze swept over me, assessing, a smile playing on his lips. "Were you waiting for me here?" His voice was hoarse, filled with arrogance. I felt a chill run through me. "Keegan, get out!" I hissed through gritted teeth, trying in vain to cover myself with my hands. He only moved closer, ignoring my protests. One step, then another, and I found myself pressed against the cold tiles. The water began to run down his face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and strong chin. His eyes were filled with a wild intensity. "Shh, shh, little one. Calm down. Let me appreciate you," he whispered, leaning closer. His breath was hot on my cheek. My anger was replaced by a sharp, burning sensation. I felt a wave rising within me, ready to consume me. He was too close, too dangerous. My hands involuntarily went to his chest when he grabbed my waist.