The way the steam was filling the room was making Sigmund's shirt stick to him uncomfortably. But he enjoyed the way he could feel the heaviness of the moisture-laden air slipping into his lungs. So focused on the way Casey's elegant fingers angled against the glass, he almost didn't hear him. But when the words sunk in, he looked to the young man's face.
"You'll move in right away?" he asked hopefully. In response to his question about the shower, he tugged his shirt off over his head and then took his pants off. Naked, he hopped into the shower, appreciative of the heat.
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