This is the tenth call that died unanswered. Hope he sees the ten missed calls and senses how worked up I am waiting all day. It was supposed to be our day, to take a road trip just so I could sleep on his shoulders, walk lazily wherever I woke at, making memories, teasing him with my cute snores, running off to someplace with no people in sight, kissing like teenagers who just got their hands on each other…. But the cosmos has to conspire to drag him to work before I woke up. Having taken the day off already, I had a lot of time to kill. Naturally I reread all my favourite scenes with slow music beating all day. Very very bad decision. Now I am frustrated and anxious for the evening. He would be driving back from work, would take sometime. But can’t help thinking if he is silently checking his phone. Resigned I head for the shower. As the hot water skims down my body, I start fantasizing how steamy it would be if my boy is behind me now. The warm air current escaping the room feels like someone breathing down the neck. As I wrap the towel around me, I hear the door click. It’s him for sure. As I reach for the bathroom door, it is yanked open and there he stands. The tired face after a long day, shirt peeking out of the pants, hair all messed up, coffee stains on his shirt… he looks like he would hit the bed any moment. But there is that big smile as he looks at me, the smile I have come to know over the years. With a deep breath he steps near me and pulls me into the shower with him. I know he would have me on the walls right now. “I am not touching you before you bath”, I say, though it is intoxicating to stand near him. I would trade anything to be in the shower with him now, but he needs food first. He looked so drained. Today has been really hormonal, I craved for him like a fish starving for water. As I finish cooking, I feel those long fingers wrapping around my waist, turning me around. As the fingers slippped off my skin, I felt shivers running. He is naked except for a towel around his hip. I want to give it a tug, but stay totally still. He doesn’t let my eyes wander around his water dripping body. I can feel the warmth of the skin after the shower. He quickly picks me up and places me on the kitchen table, as he turns and walks away to the fridge. I have the urge to jump on him and start kissing every inch of his body. He returns with a heart shaped box and asks me to unwrap it.