Before you knew

168. Shower.

We sing and dance along to music as we take short breaks to take bites of the boxed pizza.
As night starts to drawn near, the lanterns outside turn on, and the sun hides behind the earth.

'We should call it a day.'
Clay says softly as he take my hand and gently swings us left to right.
'Yeah.'

We clean the mess up and put everything away downstairs.
'I'm going to take a shower real quick.'
He kisses my head and goes upstairs.

A smirk forms on my face when I get an idea.
I make my way up the stairs and get some clothes to sleep in as I hear the shower turn on.
When I have everything I need i tip toe to the bathroom, and slip inside.

'Amelia?'
Clay must have heard the door close.
When I look at the fogged up shower, a hand wipes a straight line and his eyes peek out.
'Hi.' I say as I take my shirt off.

'What are you doing?' Clay asks.
'I need to shower.'

I hear Clay let out a amused laugh
'Oh I'm sure you do.'

I smile as I slip out of my clothes and enter the steaming shower.
It's big enough for the both of us if we take turns on water.

Clays back faces me, and I look him over.
The scar he got because of glass on the football field.
But, there's a new one, under his right shoulder.

I step closer, laying my hands on his back and kiss the warm skin.
'This scar is new.' I say as I pull back, gently tracing the healed over, but slightly redder then the other scar.
Clay flinches and turns around.

His worried eyes meet mine before his gaze eases and he switches places with me to let me soak in the warm water.
'It's nothing.' He says as he gets shampoo, and I turn around.

'It looks like it was deep.' I state. Not deep enough for stitches, but they definitely glued it shut.
Clay washes my hair, running his fingers through it and over my scalp, making me relax.
'It's fine.' He whispers before making me step back under the water.

When the shampoo is out of my hair Clay and I switch places again.
He reaches for his body wash, but I take it from him.

'What happened?' I ask as I pour some of the familiar smelling soap onto my hand.
I move my hands over his shoulders, treating bubbles.
'It doesn't matter.'

I look at the scar.
It's new, and that concerns me.
Something happened that I didn't know of.

'It does. It's about you.'
When his back is done, I make him turn around.
I can see him looking at me as I take my time to scrub off the dried paint.
'It's fine.'

I look up at him.
'It's not.'

'Alright fine.'
He moves his arm to show another smaller cut in his side.
I want to reach for it, but he lowers his arm hiding it again.
Then he opens his left hand. A deep cut in his palm.

'Jesus Clay... what happened?'

His eyes look away from mine as he switches places with me in the shower.
'That day you got shot, I had to climb out of the window in the door after I broke the glass.'

I stay quiet as he washes conditioner into my hair.
'I'm sorry.' I say quietly.

He turns me around, bubbles of soap still clinging to his shoulders.
'It's okay.' He says before I pull him closer by his wrist.

I wrap my arms around his neck as the stream of warm water falls down on us both.
His arms move around my waits 'we got each other, no matter the cost.'

I sigh against his skin, the smell of soap strong.
'No matter the cost.'