Nash stood under the shower, letting the hot water pour over his wide shoulders and down his muscular back.

The small bathroom was all steamy now, making the mirror fog up completely. Perfect after spending hours at the pier. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the heat.

Finally, they had a real clue about Harlan, and tomorrow maybe he’d finally get answers that would make his succeed this quest about Victoria.

But tonight? Tonight wasn’t about work. Tonight was about Aiko.

He turned off the water and just stood there dripping for a moment. He had to be careful tonight. This was his big chance to finally make things official with her, but only if he didn’t screw it up.

Aiko was practically vibrating with excitement, you could tell she’d been waiting for this forever. But she was still a virgin, and Nash wasn’t some jerk who’d rush through her first time.

He wanted her to feel special, not just like some random hookup. Needed to pay attention to every little gasp or shiver.

If she wanted slow, he’d go slow. If she wanted him to take charge, well, he could do that too. Most importantly, he wanted this to be a night she’d remember fondly.

And, lucky him, he already knew exactly what made Aiko tick in that room.

→ Risk Factor:

Emotionally volatile. Craving exclusive attention and verbal challenge.

Erotic Weakness: Forced Submission + Verbal Teasing

Position Type: Pinned-down straddle, wrists held above head, pressed against wall or floor, any position where her pride is dominated

Foreplay Style: Aggressive banter, grabbing wrists, pulling hair lightly, kissing mid-argument; sudden closeness that shatters her defenses.

Nash grinned to himself. Maybe he wouldn’t let her take the lead after all.

He dried off fast, wrapped the towel around his waist, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Aiko was perched on the bed looking at her phone, face redder than a traffic light. Her knees were pressed together tight and she kept rubbing them back and forth nervously. Whatever she was reading had her completely absorbed, lips slightly open, breathing too fast, totally unaware of anything else.

Nash stopped in the doorway, water still dripping from his hair onto his bare chest.

He was built like a Greek statue, abs you could wash clothes on, shoulders wide enough to park a bike on, yet, Aiko didn’t even notice him at first. Just kept scrolling rapidly with one finger. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Nash cleared his throat, and finally a reaction.

Aiko jumped like she’d been shocked, almost dropping her phone. When she looked up and saw Nash standing there all wet and shirtless? Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"W-what?!" she squeaked, shoving her phone behind her back like a kid caught with candy. "You... you’re done already?!"

Nash smirked, raising one eyebrow.

"You look more guilty than a playboy next to a sleeping woman. What were you reading so intensely you didn’t hear me come out?"

Aiko’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. She looked away, cheeks burning, fingers clutching the hidden phone.

"Nothing!" she blurted. "Just... checking something! Not your business!"

Nash chuckled, that deep, warm laugh that made her weak in the knees. He took a slow step closer.

"You sure?" he asked, tilting his head. "Because you’re redder than your hair right now, and your knees haven’t stopped shaking since I walked in."

Aiko made this adorable embarrassed noise and jumped up, hugging her phone to her chest like a shield.

"I-I’m fine!" she insisted, voice way too high. "Stop staring at me like that!"

Nash’s smile grew, but his eyes stayed soft.

"You don’t have to hide from me," he said gently. "If you’re nervous, that’s okay. We can go as slow as you want. I’m not going anywhere."

Aiko looked at him, at his wet muscular body, at the way he was watching her so patiently, and her heart went wild.

Excitement, fear, happiness, arousal all hitting her at once. This was really happening. Her first time. With Nash. The guy she’d wanted forever.

She took a shaky breath.

"I... I should go shower now," she managed, voice trembling.

Nash nodded.

"Take your time," he said. "I’ll be right here."

Aiko nodded fast and practically ran into the bathroom, slamming the door a little too hard. She leaned against it, breathing fast, one hand pressed to her chest.

Then she frowned, opened the door just a bit, and peeked out. Nash was still there by the bed, towel around his waist, water glistening on his shoulders. He saw her immediately and waved, smiling.

"See?" he said playfully. "Still here."

Aiko’s face burned hotter. She shut the door fast, heart pounding, waited three seconds, opened it a crack again.

Nash was now drying his hair with another towel. He noticed her instantly and waved again, smile growing.

Aiko closed the door with a soft click, her fingers trembled just a little bit, like when you try to hold a full cup of coffee after pulling an all-nighter.

She pressed her back against the door, and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Okay. Okay..." she whispered, biting her lower lip. "He’s still waiting out there. He hasn’t left."

Her heart was going crazy, thumping so hard she swore it was trying to escape her chest. Like that feeling when you’re about to give a announcement that you were expecting a child to your parents and your stomach drops? Yeah, like that, but worse.

"Oh my god... he’s way too hot!" She closed her eyes, fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. "Too perfect... Too much... How am I supposed to act normal when he looks like that?"

She forced herself to look in the mirror. Her red twintails were messy, like she’d been running her hands through them too much, which she had.

Her skin looked extra pale under the bathroom lights, almost glowing, which would’ve been cool if she wasn’t freaking out.

She inhaled, then peeled off her clothes, piece by piece, dropping them in a little pile on the floor.

Now, she wasn’t some magazine-perfect model. She was just... her. Aiko Tanaka, with a waist small enough to make dresses look cute, soft curves in the right places, and her breasts were nice too, perky with pink nipples that made her blush whenever she noticed them.

Her stomach was smooth, legs long enough that Hina used to tease her about being part giraffe.

But none of that mattered right now.

"What if he doesn’t like me?" she mumbled, staring at her reflection. "What if I’m too small? Too pale?" Her fingers dug into the edge of the sink. "He’s been with so many girls... girls with bigger chests, girls who actually know what they’re doing... what if I’m terrible at this? What if I panic or cry or..."

Then, she slapped her own cheeks, not hard, just enough to snap out of it.

"No," she told herself. "Stop it. You’ve wanted this forever. Nash wants you. He said so." She lifted her chin. "You’re Aiko Tanaka. You don’t chicken out."

Deep breath, and she stepped into the tub.

Outside the bathroom, Nash was on the bed, scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other tapped impatiently against his knee.

And then, finally, after several minutes, the bathroom door opened.