Felicity...
“How about taking a shower together babe?” I asked. I didn’t wait for him to answer, I slid from the bed and went to our bathroom. I stepped under the hot spray of the shower and closed my eyes in pure ecstasy. Hot water was the cure-all. Wars could be prevented if everyone started the day with a steaming hot shower.
I stood there, letting the water stream over my face, washing away the remnants of our lovemaking, and soothing my soreness.
It was a new day.
Eyes still closed, face turned up into the spray, I reached blindly for the bottle of shampoo.
A hand gripped my wrist, and she pulled my head back and opened my eyes.
Jonathan, naked, droplets of water beading on his chest, stepped into the shower with me. He gently lowered my arm back to my waist and retrieved the sh
