It was night, and we had finished eating dinner. I was downstairs washing the dishes while Damian was upstairs, having his shower.
We hadn’t taken showers together, nor had we seen each other naked. I had asked him if he felt hurt that I had pushed him away during the last time we had tried to have sex, but he told me no. He could understand what I was feeling then, and I was so thankful to him for being so understanding.
I finished washing the dishes and went to our bedroom. Opening the door, I saw that Damian had just finished taking his shower, and he was still naked. His head was facing downward as he dried his hair, and he didn’t notice me standing there.
