Summer Love - Ron Weasley

28 - Watery Thoughts

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After breakfast, I go upstairs to get in the shower and I undress. I slip my bra and panties off as I walk into my bathroom.

I run the shower as I step into it. For some reason, I had the urge to sit on the floor of the tub and let the water from the shower head run over me.

I sit on the floor in a ball, letting the water wash away all the stress I've been under.

I begin to laugh, thinking of how silly it would look if someone came in here and saw me like this. They would think I'm trying to kill myself or something.

I sit there for a few more minutes before I stand up to wash myself. I vigorously begin to scrub my entire body. As if it would help.

As if it could wash away the many vulnerable moments we spent together after sex.

As if it could wash away the anger in my heart feels when I think about him with her.

As if it could wash away him.

I sit back down on the tub floor and let the water wash off everything left on me as I breathe out. I put my head between my thighs and I smile.

The only thing that can make me happy is him.

His warm smile that helps me through rough times. His reassurance that everything will be alright. His ginger colored hair that seeps through my mind so often and so vividly.

It was him. This is how I know.

Ron is the person that can help me through it all. He is the one that I deserve and he is more than some rebound.

Ron will be the beacon for light that leads me out of the darkness. I can count on it.

As if they could hear my thoughts die down, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Come in!" I shout over the water.

The door creaks open and I see that mesmerizing head of red hair standing outside the curtain.

"Yes?" I question.

He walks over and pulls the curtain back slightly, enough to see that I was sitting on the floor of the tub.

"Bloody hell, Lenie! What the fuck are you doing?" Ron asks before shutting the water off.

I chuckle a little as I lift my head up.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm taking a shower." I state.

He rolls his eyes and grabs my towel. He wraps it around me and carries me out into my room.

I chuckle as he sits me on my bed. An idea pops into my head and I smirk.

When Ron turns around to face me, I spread my legs open. He looks at me and I shrug.

Watching Ron think is quite a form of entertainment. It's as if I can see the gears turning in his head while he contemplates what to do.

"Ron, I need you to want me. I need you to be in this bed with me. I need you." I tell him.

I slowly pull the towel off of me, showing my soft, naked skin. I watch something in him change. And I love it.

He dives onto the bed and kisses me. I can feel fireworks in my chest. It's as if sparks fly every time our bodies move closer together.

Every kiss feels like it the first one all over again. I can smell his cologne. It's so intoxicating, it's all I ever want to smell.

Pulling away from my lips, he begins leaving trails of kisses down my body. Once he passes my navel, he teases me.