Hot water streamed down my body as I stepped under the showerhead. My hair getting wet and my body relaxing.
Fred followed suit. Two idiots in love, how romantic could that be?
It had become a habit for the both of us.
This small gesture, nothing sexual, just a hot shower shared with your partner.
I was facing the wall when he stepped in, in a way that I couldn't see what his next moves were going to be. Suddenly his cold strong hands wrapped themselves around my waist and a smile automatically appeared on my face. His chin resting on the curve of my neck, it was the small things that counted.
We had had a stressful day, I had worked the whole day having to do a lot of paperwork (what I hated) and Fred didn't even get the chance to have a lunch break. The shop had been full the whole day, none stop.
We both needed this, just a hot shower, together.
I was still standing under the showerhead when he turned around so I was now facing his beautiful brown eyes and those pretty freckles of his. Fred gave me a small peck on the tip of my nose before he said, "You're going to cook if you stay there any longer," he then moved me to the side.
"You are only saying this because you want to stand there yourself," I watched as his ginger hair became a darker brown because of the water, the drops of water tracing his handsome features.
"You are so cute when you get angry," Fred said and I realised I had been staring. I quickly looked somewhere else, but I guess I was too late. We were officially together for almost two years and I still got flustered when he caught me staring.
"Don't," his thumb and index finger guiding my face towards his own "You look so beautiful when you are daydreaming," his hand now resting on my cheek.
I leaned into his soft touch and closed my eyes, enjoying this cute moment "Why so romantic all of the sudden?" I asked.
"What? Do you want me to be mean?" he crossed his arms and pouted his lips, looking like an annoyed toddler in fact, "I can be mean," and laugh scaped.
I was laughing so hard I started to cry, splashing water everywhere, "Am I funny to you missy?" Fred raised his eyebrows with his arms still crossed.
"Very," I said and my laughter started to calm down. He leaned in, his hands on their way to my hips.
Fred's hands had finally found a place to rest when he said "Great!" his voice low getting so close I could feel his breath.
And we kissed.
"That's how I like it!" He then turned the water out and we continued our 'chitchat' somewhere else.