“Exactly how does he know?” I think, as I bend over to brush my teeth and the bathroom door opens.

He walks his fingers up my back, making it arch. Wrapping his hand in my hair, pulling back, making me look.

I swallow, my heart racing, my mouth not the only thing drooling.

A look and a smile, fingers dragged down, over and cupping my bum.

Feet kicking mine apart, his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh.

He touches and strokes, I pull my nipples watching me, watching us as our eyes lock through the mirror.

I sigh.