Lessons Learned

Part 19

"Soap?" Niall pulled his right hand out from behind his back and presented me with the green bar. "Or body wash?" His left hand came out, a white bottle clutched in his grasp.

"Which one smells better?" I held my hand up to catch the hot drops raining down from the showerhead, studying the small red marks they left on my skin.

Niall waved the soap in front of his nose as I leaned back against the brown tiled wall of the large shower. I absentmindedly traced my hand over the sweating tiles as Niall popped the cap on the body wash and gave it a good sniff. "This one," he wiggled the white bottle.

"Then I'll use that," I held out my hand for the cleanser but Niall refused to give it to me. He dumped the silky liquid out onto the blue puff he snagged from the floor and indicated that I should turn around. I did as he suggested, holding my hair up as he began to rub the foamy body wash across my neck and shoulders.

He was humming softly to himself as the water gently fell on our heads, his hand moving across my back in time to the beat. I reached over to the glass door of the large shower and traced our names in the steam, a shaky heart completing the drawing.

"Very cute," Niall threw his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder, the puff now forgotten on the floor. "But it's missing something."

"What?" I asked, placing my hands over his on my waist and weaving our fingers together.

"A kiss," he stood on his tip-toes and leaned over me in order to plant his lips in the middle of the now melting heart. "Your turn."

I placed my lips in the exact place his had been, which caused him to laugh before he turned me around and actually kissed me. The feel of his skin on mine was electric as he tenderly placed his hands on my bare hips, drawing me into him. I slipped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in the thick strands of his wet hair as I deepened our kiss.

"You're cute," he murmured against my lips, his low voice sending shivers up my spine.

"You're cuter," I replied with a quick peck on his puckered lips. I slipped out of his grasp, grabbing the container of shampoo and dumping a good amount in the palm of my hand. "Come."

He obeyed, ducking his head so I could massage the shampoo into his blonde hair. He let out a little moan of pleasure as my fingers dragged through his hair, his cheeks burning bright red as soon as he realized what he did.

"Do you like having your hair played with?" I laughed as I worked the shampoo into a lather.

He smile slightly, "Yeah."

"Then I'll do it more," I dropped a quick kiss on his nose before applying the shampoo to my own hair.

We stayed in the shower for about ten more minutes, letting our bodies warm up after the cold of the rain. Niall wasn't sure if we could get sick here or not and I really hoped we couldn't. I didn't want to spend whatever time I had left with Niall nursing a hacking cough.

Niall pushed open the glass door of the shower and stepped out onto the tile floor, shaking out his wet hair as he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist. He held out a matching one to me and I walked into his arms, letting him give me a kiss on the cheek as he draped the towel around my shoulders. I moved it down, wrapping it around my body and padding softly out of the bathroom and down the hall. I could hear Niall behind me, humming under his breath again.

I pushed into my bedroom, surprised to find that Niall was still following me. "What are you doing?" I turned to him, my hand holding tightly onto my green towel.

Niall shrugged and sat himself down on my bed and began to play with a string hanging off the end of his towel. "I'm scared."

"Scared?" I turned my back on him and pulled on some clothes, twisting my hair into a braid as I settled myself next to him on the bed. "Scared of what?"