The shower's spray had finally ceased, but the steam lingered, warm and heavy in the air. Jian Ci's heart was beating fast in anticipation.
Just then he realised he had forgotten something. He rushed to the walk-in closet and picked up the bottle of body oil.
He had forgotten to apply it earlier. The instructions on the box promised fragrant arousal, a heightened sensitivity for both parties.
He poured a generous amount into his hand and slapped it against his chest, the chill shocking his skin before warmth spread. He rubbed it in hastily, over his pecs, down his abs, across his shoulders.
The scent bloomed something musky, sweet and expensive. It made his own skin smell alluring.
When he stepped out, Yu Xi was already there. The man stood by the console table, his robe a dark slash of silk against the candle-lit room. His fingers, long, elegant, were tracing the array of things Jian Ci had laid out on the table. Yu Xi's smirk was a slow, dark curve.
