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“Let me.” Heath takes my towel and starts to wash my neck.

“You have to turn to me.” I stay under the water and slowly turn to him.

He continues to wash me completely unbothered by the fact that I’m naked meanwhile I’m trying my hardest to keep staring at the wall.

I feel the warm towel glide over my shoulders and down to my breasts which he carefully goes over.

He drags the towel over the little bouquet of flowers I have tattooed between my breasts before working his way down my torso.

I notice his body has new editions, not only are my initials carved in his chest and an A on his thumb, but he now has a magnolia tree tattoo on his shoulder.

“You act as if we’ve never showered together.” He says.

“It’s odd. You’re being so casual as if we aren’t broken up.” I blink a few times as he goes out to my arms, slightly grazing my nipple as he does.

“We’re not. I proposed, now we are engaged.” He replies effortlessly. It’s like he’s already taken in everything and I’m the only one of us completely shocked. I need to process I’m engaged and in another relationship but it’s like I’m alone in that.

“Turn around.” I obey and let Heath wash my back.

“When did you get the magnolia tree tattoo?”

“Last year a couple days before our birthday,” Was the tattoo supposed to be a gift too? “It reminds me of you. That I can have good things.”

“That’s a beautiful meaning,” He deserves good things. He was in this rut for a while after his mom died and his dad got sick that he’ll never have anything good. I’m happy he has worked through that. I feel Heath getting lower to my butt. Nope.

“I’ll wash my bottom.” I tell him, turning around to grab the towel from him.

I turn back around and rinse out the towel and begin to wash my lower half and then I rinse and lather my body again.

Finally, I use a body scrub, and I officially feel completely clean.

When I reach up to my head, Heath pushes my hands aside and begins to rub my scalp himself.

I lean back into him as he does, loving the feeling of his hands on me.

He rinses my hair thoroughly, combing out my curls as well with my shower brush.

Once he’s done, I step aside so Heath can rinse the soap off his body.

I step out and grab my towel, drying myself off then apply my body lotion. I hear Heath step out of the shower. I continue my routine and slip my clothes on then start to wash my face. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Nervous.” I answer. I don’t know what to do or say. It’s like I’m being pulled in so many different directions and I can’t think of one thing to do. I pat my face dry with my face towel, standing up straight. Heath is right behind me staring at me through the mirror. “What?”

“Why are you nervous? You know everything about me.”

“I knew everything about you before I broke your heart.”

“Then we will get to know each other again.” Heath wraps his arms around my shoulders. I turn around in his arms and stand on my toes to kiss him. He pulls me in closer, deepening the kiss. I put my arms around his neck, letting myself melt into him. I’ve missed this.

Kissing him.

Feeling completely wanted.

Heath picks me and places me on the counter, sliding his hands down to my waist gripping me tightly as he slips his tongue into my mouth.

I moan into his mouth pressing myself against him.

I need more. I pull him in closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. Heath moves his hand from my face sliding his hand up into my hair, tightly gripping it.

He grips my hair so tightly that it slightly hurts but I love it.

I kiss him harder, sliding my hands down his body to his waist band.

Oh god he’s still naked and I’m not. I lightly push him away, “You should get dressed. I think I still have some of your clothes here.” I jump off the counter and leave the bathroom.

I feel embarrassed because of my neediness but also the fact I forgot he was naked.

I go into my closet and dig in the small plastic organizer.

I pull out a pair of sweatpants, underwear, and a t-shirt of his.

I kept all the clothes of his he gave me even after we broke up.

I still would wash them every so often and put them back up.

I turn around to see Heath standing in the door.

“Sorry I didn’t want us to get carried away.”

“Well then, I’ll just fuck you after your nap. Order whatever you want for your friend, I’ll make sure I get it, and you sleep.” He says as I hand him his clothes.

“I don’t know your password.”

“It’s your birthday.” He answers and starts to put on his clothes.

I smile to myself and go over to his phone which he left on the bathroom counter.

As I type in the password it occurs to me, he’s never changed it, even after the breakup.

It’s still my birthday. I never changed mine either, which is our anniversary.

I guess we’re both still obsessed with each other.

Being with Heath is a consuming feeling really.

A feeling that has always seemed to be the only feeling my mind can fully understand. I know he’s the only person for me.

I door dash Maya’s Starbucks order and have a pizza delivered for her.

I clean up our dirty clothes and put them in the dirty clothes basket.

Before going into the bedroom, I complete my five-step skincare routine: toner, moisturizer, eye cream, hydrating drops, and lip balm.

Then blow dry my hair, oil it, and tie it back. Now I’m perfect.

I take his phone to the bedroom with me. Walking into the bedroom I say, “There will be Starbucks and a pizza coming.”

“Now you sleep, baby.” Heath pulls the covers back for me, then turns on my noise machine.

It makes a perfect calming crackling sound that I love.

I slip into bed and get comfortable. Heath gets into bed as well, behind me and pulls me into his arms. Our warmth mixes and I start to feel safe again. I feel at home in his arms.

It’s just like old times and it feels like we never broke up before. We’re the same, connected forever in the moment.