I stood in the shower, water pelting down my body, my hair falling to my back. I looked back to Florian, who was gently running his fingers down the back of my shoulder, his thumb pressing down on my skin to relieve them.
I gave a small smile as I turned back to the mirror we were standing in front of, my lips slipping between my teeth.
"What are you thinking of?"
I shrugged. "I just feel really good right now. Really good."
He looked down to my eyes in the mirror, and the slight intensity behind them was more than enough to weaken my knees.
"I feel like I am living a midsummer night's dream."
He gave a small smile. "I always knew you wanted me back."
I gave a small laugh. "Cocky much?"
"Maybe," he replied, before slowly leaning to me. "Can I ask you something, Roxanne?"
I could
