In pure white, the confession came. I love you more than I love myself
Next came the rain... well, the sprinklers- soaking them in each other as they kissed for the second time after her confession. She was right- it was numbing now... too cold!
They hurried inside, shivering against each other. He went to ask if she was hungry, but his teeth were chattering. Hers too, and she started shaking harder as the cold started to penetrate deeper. He led her to the shower, leaning in to turn on the hot water. "The steam should start warming you- I'll go get you a towel and something dry to wear. Then we can put your wet things in to dry." "Tamam" she chattered.
She did start feeling the warmth tease her shoulders and she inched closer to the threshold of the shower. She felt warm droplets splash against her feet and ankles as it started to radiate some of the numbing cold away. She gave in and stepped into the shower under the warm water cascading over her completely now. She let out a breath finally, and felt her contracted muscles start to release. Her breath turned into a grateful sigh that Can heard just as he returned to the bathroom with a change of clothes for her.
The sound struck him. In a flash, his mind saw himself stripping and then charge into the shower to devour her whole. He felt this in his loins, but managed to shake himself back to the moment. He queried - "Sanem?" She too had let herself slip from reality, but innocently- she truly was so grateful for the warmth, she had felt as though she was soaking in a spa- so warm, so relaxed, so at peace, having finally let her heart speak. "I'm here Can Bey-" He called back "No Bey! Just Can." She seemed to ignore it, or maybe didn't hear. "I couldn't help it, I was so cold!" He chuckled a little, understanding for sure and he said so. "Believe me, I know!" - "Oh, Can Bey- You must be frozen solid by now-" He thought to himself Solid, yes. "- you should come thaw out!" she finished.
He almost advanced, but stopped himself, trying to be a gentleman... well, not really, but trying to restrain himself for her innocence. "It's ok-" he started, as he lay the clothes down along with the towels for them. He made his way to the dryer to put his wet clothes in... "I'll wait for you to come out and will go in after you." He took off his wet shirt and threw it into the dryer, and realized she hadn't answered him- he started back toward the shower... "Sanem, did you hea--" He froze as he looked up to see her leaning out of the shower door- her face and left shoulder showing. "San?"
"Come snuggle to warm up with me." She looked a little embarrassed, lowering her eyes to the floor as she spoke, but so demure. He smirked and couldn't resist her cuteness in that moment. "You'll warm me up then?" She smiled, nodding her girlish nod. "Ok," he said, kicking his shoes off. "We snuggle for a bit." She retreated back into the shower as he stepped in beside her under the stream of warmth. "Mmmmmm- it is good" he confessed, feeling the cold start to etch away. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she closed her eyes, stepped closer, and laid her cheek against his chest... her safe place... her hands pressed between, against his torso.
She felt his arms close around her, engulfing her almost entirely with his sheer mass. She nuzzled closer and then lazily opened her eyes. And there was her Albatross- stretched across, over his heart. She smiled a small smile, reminiscing in the moment he revealed himself to her at the theatre. She edged her right hand from between them, gliding her fingertips over the tattoo... also inadvertently grazing his nipple, awakening him from his own reverie in just holding her close. His eyes had also fallen closed as they gently swayed back and forth in each other's comfort, but they shot open with a small, gasping intake of air at the touch. The sensation was electric and his charge was passed to her as she felt his body and muscles stiffen a bit, warning her, but still a bit playfully "I won't be able to stop, girl!"
