The warm water cascaded over us, a gentle stream that washed away the remnants of the night, leaving behind a sense of calm and renewal.
Karim stood close to me, the steam curling around his broad shoulders, the heat from the shower mingling with the warmth of his body. I felt a mixture of nervousness and contentment as we shared this new, intimate experience.
As the water flowed over us, I caught a glimpse of the scars on his side again, those silent reminders of the battles he had fought. My heart ached at the sight, and without thinking, I reached out, tracing the marks with gentle fingers.
The rough texture under my touch sent a wave of emotion through me... love, admiration, and a deep sense of protectiveness.
Karim noticed my gaze, and a small, almost shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "They don't hurt anymore," he said softly, as if trying to ease my concern.
I shook my head, meeting his eyes. "It's not about the pain," I murmured.
