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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ levi ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

As we sat at the table eating breakfast,  my heart began to race in fear that the flowers I ordered would arrive before ______ left for work. Despite it being Valentine's day, it felt like any other day, us not saying much to each other and a soft song playing in the back. It was a very normal occurrence.

She was the first to finish the strawberry pancakes I made, she stood up and took her plate to the kitchen.

"Leave it there, I'll wash it," I called.

"Thank you," she shouted back. A short while later, her head popped out from behind the doorframe.

"I'm gonna take a shower,"

I met her eyes and offered a slight smile.

"Wait for me,"

After I finished, I ran up the stairs to pick out a change of clothes only to see that she already had. She had her work clothes laid out and a pair of track sweats and one of my hoodies for me.

I eagerly went into the bathroom and seen her adjusting the temperature of the water. My heart sank as she pulled her hand away and the mirror started to fog up, she loved taking scalding hot showers to my dismay.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and began to pull my shirt away from my body as she watched intently.

"You're acting like this is the first time you're seeing this," I laughed.

"It's almost like it is,"

She undressed herself slowly and immediately covered herself and stepped into the shower. We showered together all the time, and she always acted like it was the first time. Every time, she was so shy and seemingly insecure to show me what I'd already seen a hundred times before.

I followed after her and slowly got in after her, the piping hot water stinging my skin in an awful way. I winced as it made contact.

"Jesus Christ," I said under my breath.

"Hm?"

"Why do you always have to be the one to run the water?" I complained.

"Because it's too cold when you run it,"

We squeezed together under the water, and after her hair was entirely soaked, I reached for the shampoo bottle and poured some onto my hand.

"Move forward,"

She did as she was told and I began to lather the soap in her hair, massaging it into her scalp. She let out a sigh of contentment as my fingers soothed over it.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"Always," I answered. "You don't have to thank me every time,"

"Yes I do,"

After. I finished, she turned around to face me and she grabbed the bottle from my hands.

"Your turn."

She washed my hair for me and then my body, stopping every so often to leave kisses along my skin.