Chapter 22

I roll over in bed and look at Elliot; he's softly snoring beside me. His brown hair has fallen over his forehead and brushes against his closed eyes. His expression is relaxed, happy almost, as if he's deep in a good dream. I gently brush his hair from his face and kiss his cheek. I smile and slip out of bed, trying not to disturb him. I enter the bathroom and turn on the water, undressing myself while letting it warm up. My reflection in the mirror dissipates as it's clouded with steam. Towels are still nicely folded and stacked on the shelf. Though now his lonely tooth brush had been joined by a spare, the one I'd use when spending the night. I step into the shower and let the warm water run down my body. I close my eyes, holding my face up to the direction of the shower head, my wet hair clings to my face. I sigh and lean against the shower wall.

I think about our first time in this shower together, being pressed against the wall, his wet body against mine. I remember the thrill