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The first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. After a night of passionate intimacy, Richard and I found ourselves wrapped up in the lingering warmth of our connection. The clock on the wall read just past seven.
Richard stirred, his arm still draped over me. He looked down with a lazy smile. "How about a shower before we sleep?"
I nodded, my smile matching his. "Sounds perfect."
We both reluctantly slipped out of bed, heading toward the bathroom. The steam from the hot water enveloped us like a cozy blanket, and the sensation of the water cascading over my skin was both soothing and invigorating. Richard and I moved in tandem, our bodies brushing against each other, sharing playful touches and lingering glances. It felt like a continuation of the night's intimacy, a serene interlude before the inevitable end of our shared experience.
Richard's gentle hands were a comforting presence as he helped me wash my hair. The feeling of his fingers massaging shampoo into my scalp was blissful, a tender aftercare that contrasted sharply with the intensity of our night. I could see the care in his eyes, his touch light and considerate.
He glanced at me, a mixture of curiosity and mild concern in his eyes. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft and caring. "I know you must be coming down from the high."
I looked up at him, my face relaxed despite the slight shiver I still felt from my cold. "I'm okay," I replied, trying to sound more upbeat. "Just a bit tired and the cold doesn't seem to go away, even with the hot water. But I'm managing."
Richard's gaze softened. "A warm bed and a good nap should help wonders after this."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief at his practical response. "That sounds perfect. I'm looking forward to it. For now, the hot water is doing its job of making me feel better."
He smiled, his hands continuing their gentle exploration as he rinsed out the shampoo. I leaned into his touch, the warmth from his hands blending with the steam from the shower.
Richard's fingers traced soothing patterns on my skin as he finished rinsing out the soap. "Well, let's make sure we enjoy these last moments before we face reality again."
His words caused me to pull back from him ever so slightly to look up into his eyes. "Don't mention reality just yet," I sighed as in turn, I helped him with his hair, my fingers combing through his wet locks, the shampoo's lather slipping between our fingers.
Richard chuckled softly. "Alright, we'll stay in this little bubble for now."
As I was focused on washing his hair, words started spilling. Unsure if it was out of exhaustion or if I at that point felt so comfortable around him that I didn't care anymore. I broke free from wanting to please for just a moment. "Not caring about anything can be so addictive," I whispered, the words washing away together with the lather of the soap.
