The sound of the shower running wakes me up. I push the blanket off of me and get up, stretching my arms high in air, shaking off any lingering stiffness in my body. I turn my attention to the bathroom door, left ajar. I make my way inside to find steam rising from behind the shower curtain, and your towel hanging from the towel rack. I smile at the devilish idea forming in my head. I grab the shower curtain and pull it to the side, revealing you in all your glory. Slightly startled, your look of surprise quickly melts into a smile of relief. “You scared me there, dummy,” You tell me as you rub shampoo into your hair.
“I’m so sorry,” I half-heartedly apologize, “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“I’m sure I can think of something,” you answer coyly, running your hand down my arm. I take your touch as an invitation to enter the shower. The hot water hitting my body draws a sharp breath from my lungs as my body adjusts to the temperature. I hold my head under the running water to wet my hair, and in doing so our bodies touch. The feeling of your slippery skin rubbing against mine sends a pleasant sensation throughout my body, and in response I feel my heart rate quicken.