Ending Silence

BONUS

(Set before the epilogue)

Morgan's POV

I lean my head back and sigh as the hot water hits my head, wetting my hair and body.

I'm beyond tired, and a hot shower is what I've been looking forward to all day.

Suddenly, the shower door opened behind me, and the next thing I knew, there was a very familiar body right behind me.

My face goes warm. It's not unusual for Sage to join me in the shower- but I just wasn't expecting it. Sage has been out at work all day like me.

His hands find my sides before they move and wrap around my waist, pulling me right against his chest.

"Hi," I mumble, leaning back into him. He moves his face to my neck, and I feel him smile against my skin. "Hey," He whispers in return.

He places a single gentle kiss on my neck while I smile and reach for the bottle of shampoo.

Only he grabs it from my hand before I can even open the lid.

"You don't have to -" I begin to mumble, but he cuts me off. "My answer will always be the same," He whispers to me.

He wants to.

Nodding gently, he hands back the shampoo bottle to put back on the little shower shelves we have while he starts messaging the shampoo into my hair.

I sigh, letting my eyes close as I lean my head back. Sage is so good with his hands - and was definitely a hairdresser in his past life.

He washes out the shampoo before grabbing the conditioner and doing the exact same with that.

I'm so relaxed by the time he's done washing my hair for me. Turning to face him, I see him already staring at me.

Smiling, I twist and grab the shampoo bottle from behind me and squirt some onto my hand before stretching up and washing his hair the same way he did to me.

His arms wrap around my lower waist as I work, and my whole chest is pressed against his.

Sage watches me silently, staring at my face while I try to ignore it so I can concentrate on his hair.

He always does this.

We've been together three years - yet every time he washes my hair, he goes quiet and surprised when I return the gesture.

When I finish washing his hair, he gently grips my chin with his thumb and index finger before kissing me slowly.

I groan from the feeling almost immediately, because Sage Hendrix fucking knows how to kiss.

When he pulls away, he stretches a hand out and turns the shower off. Next thing I know- his hands grip the back of my thighs and I'm being lifted.

Squealing slightly, I cling my legs and arms around his neck before laughing, leaning my head against his shoulder. With a single hand underneath my ass, he carries me out of the shower without a bother.

I'm being placed on the bathroom counter next, and Sage stays between my legs, watching me.

My heart races under his gaze, the years having not changed how much my body reacts to him.

"I'm slippery" I blurt, and his lips turn up into a small smile as he tilts his head, looking amused. "The counter is marble. Don't let me slip off" I mumble to him, placing my hands on his bare chest.

Sage hums, before leaning closer and kissing me once again. I relax immediately, my hands on his chest sliding up as I kiss him back. Placing one hand on the side of his neck- and the other on the side of his cheek, I try to pull him closer, but it only results in me getting slid closer to him.