A Different Divergent: Everyday Love

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I'm up before the sun after a fitful night's sleep. I thought the anxiety churning in my gut would dissipate once Tobias and I made love but after he fell asleep, my overactive imagination started working double-time, leaving me wondering what horrors today would bring. I can't help but think the emergency meeting has something to do with my family since none of us were given specifics of what it's about. Maybe I'm overthinking this but the fact that Dad, Caleb, and I were given absolutely no details is making me extremely paranoid. If I knew Summer Miller or Sofia Rengard, Amity and Candor's representatives, phone numbers I would have called to ask if they were given the same message but, unfortunately, all I have is their email addresses.

I step into the shower and adjust the temperature to as hot as I can stand. I let the multiple powerful body sprays massage my tired, achy muscles for about five minutes then turn the temperature down to a more appropriate level for the babies. I'm lathering up head to toe when I feel a cool breeze wafts over me. I can't help the smile that turns up my lips. Tobias steps up behind me, and the feel of his hard, wet, naked body against mine sets my heart to racing and my breath catches in my throat.

"Morning, love," he murmurs against my neck, his voice thick with sleep. He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me tight.

"Good morning, baby." I wrap my arms around his and tilt my head back, meeting his mouth for a soft, sweet kiss.

"What are you doing up so early?" he asks. He yawns widely as he lets me go. He reaches for his body wash and a washcloth.

"I have to leave soon for Abnegation," I say.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath, barely audible. "I forgot about that." He pours a generous amount of soap on the cloth and squeezes it until it foams.

"I wish I could," I softly murmur. "What are you doing up?" I watch as his hand slowly trails the thick, rich lather across his chiseled chest then down to his hard abs. I think he's doing it on purpose, putting on a little show. I try to tamp down the desire and lick my parched lips.

"The bed just wasn't the same without you in it," he says. "When I woke up, I thought maybe we could have a little replay of last night. I was disappointed when your sheets were cold. I knew that meant you weren't coming back."

"If it was any other morning, I'd love a replay," I sigh, thinking of how good it felt having him inside me, loving me. That would be a nice distraction. I take the washcloth from him and motion him to spin. He turns his back to me, and my hand stills midair when I see long scratches crisscrossing his back.

"Something wrong?" he asks, looking down at me over his shoulder.

"I scratched you," I say, somewhat embarrassed. Since I was on top most of the night, I'm not entirely sure how I did that. I run my fingers over the deep scratches then lean forward and gently kiss them one at a time. "Do they hurt?"

"No," he says, turning to face me. "Didn't even know they were there until you pointed them out."

"I'm sorry."

"What for? Being passionate? Making love to your husband? You have nothing to be sorry for."

"You know if the roles were reversed and I had that many scratches on my back you would be berating yourself right now," I say. He's silent for a moment.