Boggs and I lay holding each other on the bed. We left one candle lit, in honor of Wanda. “It must be close to dawn,” I whispered. “I think it’ll be good when we’re all up and busy again,” he replied. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” I said. “Can I join you?” he asked. I nodded hesitantly. “Let’s hurry, before anyone else is up and needs the bathroom,” suggested Boggs. We stood and quietly walked to the bathroom. I set a lit candle on the counter. Boggs turned the water on in the large shower stall, which was made of stone tiles in hues of gray and pink and brown and had a swanky glass door that opened on hinges. Steam began to fill the room so I stripped out of my clothes, crossing my arms over my chest. Boggs took his clothes off and walked to me. “Zoe?” I looked up at him. “You don’t need to cover yourself in front of me. You’re beautiful.” He took my hands in his and gently took my arms away from my chest. I didn’t try to stop him. He looked down at me, smiling softly. I tried to relax, but wasn’t used to my body being admired. My nipples were erect, evidence of the room being cold as well as my escalating sexual desires. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly, then picked me up and set me on the counter. I returned his kiss, and we began to explore each other’s bodies with our hands. He traced my nipples with the lightest of touches, sending shivers through my body. I leaned forward, kissing his collarbone and slowly moved my mouth down to his chest. He leaned his head back as I began sucking his tattoo. My kissing grew stronger and I sucked on his chest deeply as my desire escalated.
