"I need a shower… or two…" Joanne finally broke the soft silence between them.
Jeffrey didn't let go right away. Instead, he leaned in and took another long, shameless breath of her hair.
Joanne rolled her eyes but didn't resist. If he could stand her stench, when even she couldn't, what was that, if not love?
"As you wish," he said, kissing her forehead before slipping out of bed.
Her heart fluttered.
Those words. That tone.
She was twelve again, flushed and dizzy from the way he danced to her whims on that unforgettable day. And here he was again, grown, refined, and careful, padding to the bathroom, setting the temperature just right in his stupidly fancy shower, laying out a towel like it was something sacred.
She sat up… and the room spun.
