unspoken love (steven grant)
The door slammed behind you as you stormed into the flat, you didn't look up, not once. You made a B line to the bathroom and started the shower, hoping the warm water would calm you down. Instead tears streamed down your cheeks as frustration overtook you and all you wanted to do was curl into a ball.
There was a knock at the bathroom door which caught your attention from where you were sitting at the bottom of the shower, knees against your chest.
"Love?" Steven's sweet voice echoed through the bathroom, you didn't answer, you felt bad but you did not have the energy to talk right now.
Steven peered his head around the door and his eyebrows furrowed in empathy, you sat at the back of the shower, your knees to your chest as the water ran over your head. He thought of his next move carefully, knowing what you were like when you'd had a bad day at work. He knew you liked your solitude, but he'd decided he wanted to help, to try ease away some of the tension he knew you were holding.
You heard the shower curtain draw back, peering up to see Steven cautiously stepping in the shower. He reached out his hand for you, you took it as he carefully guided you to stand up. You were looking into his eyes and saw the sympathy behind them. He didn't ask you to speak but you knew getting it off your chest would help subside your anger just a little bit.
A deep sigh escaped your lips, "She was so bad today, Steven." tears were building up again, Steven leaned down to place gentle kisses on your temples, "I can't do it anymore, I- I- I need to quit. One of these days i'm gonna lash out and swear at her, she makes me so fucking angry. I don't deserve to be treated like shit, i'm doing my best, I am!" you started to tremble as the days events replayed in your mind.
"I'm proud of you, I know you're doing your best and she has no right to treat you like that, you're not going in tomorrow, neither am I. we're gonna stay home and watch movies all day, anything you want to do tomorrow, it's your day." He placed his hands on the sides of your face as a sweet smile took over his features, then he lent behind you, reaching for your shampoo.
Steven motioned for you to turn around, your back was now facing him as he started to lather shampoo into your hair. Massaging your scalp, you let a sigh of relief out, feeling your muscles and entire body loosen up. You could quite literally feel a weight lift off your shoulders as Steven began massaging the back of your neck, your thoughts too focused on how he was making you feel rather than your horrible boss.
"I love you" is all he said into your ear as he tilted your head back so the shower head could remove the soap from your scalp. He took a loofah and began delicately washing your body with a lavender body wash, scrubbing away your anger and the stressful day you had endured. You had closed your eyes and been so relaxed you hadn't noticed he'd turned the shower off and grabbed a towel from the hook, wrapping it around you and giving you a hug from behind.
Steven lead you out to the bedroom, pulling out one of his shirts he knows you love, along with a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms. He dressed you, dried your hair and helped you into bed, climbing in next to you as you laid your head on his chest. Steven's heartbeat soothed you as he ran his fingers through your hair.
"Thank you" you mumbled, any anger you'd felt had been alleviated, "Of course, love." he spoke as he placed a kiss atop of your head, "Hey, close your eyes and get some rest, i'll be right here, promise" you could hear the sincerity in his voice and closed your eyes, not before finding his hand and leaving a kiss on his knuckles, as you drifted off he continued to run his hand through your hair, and down your back. Tomorrow you'd make it up to him, Steven was the sweetest and thoughtful man, and you needed to make sure he felt loved too.