steam
a slip into the shower while he's in there. no warning, just the sound of the curtain sliding back. a rush of cool air before the warmth swallows you, before you swallow him. he glances over his shoulder, startled, then smiles at you.
you step in, fighting for the same water space. your hands find him. the familiar shape, skin underneath soap and steam. you trace your hands down his spine.
he turns, facing you. it feels cinematic, like mary jane and spider-man in the rain. it's both clumsy and perfect. a kiss. water splashing down your face, running between your mouths. it's just the shower, just another morning, but right now it feels like worth staying in a little longer.