I don’t hesitate.
I step under the spray and pull him into me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into my chest.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
He wraps his arms tight around me.
“I said so many stupid things. About you and billions of people. About… hating you.”
“It was the heat of the moment. I’m sorry too,” I say, pressing kisses into his wet hair.
His breath is hot and shaky against my skin.
“You’re the only one I’ll ever want. I’ll say it for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes for you to believe it.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” he sniffs.
“I absolutely can. You’ve got me. Always. As long as you’ll have me.”
He looks astonished.
“Of course I’ll always have you.”
“I was terrified you were going to take one look at me and say I’m not worthy. That I’m damaged goods.”
“What?”
He looks genuinely upset.
“I didn’t mean to imply that.”
He pokes my chest.
“And that’s my boyfriend you’re talking about. Speak more kindly of him.”
He exhales.
“I didn’t realize you get insecure too.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Inside this dashing body hides a hopeless, lovesick idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot,” he says, his spark back.
“Not all the time, anyway.”
He presses against me, his cock hardening again.
I kiss him, moving us away from the direct spray.
“Do you want me to take over for you?” I ask.
The relief is evident on his face.
“Please,” he whispers.
