We sat in the tub pressed against each other until the water got cold and my skin began to prune. I would have preferred to sit there and forget about the obligations of the world but Darius was not like me. He got out first and lifted me like I was an infant. He dried me off and pulled a shirt over my head. It took one sniff to realize it was his shirt.
I allowed myself to lean on him for one night as he lay me in bed. I expected him to get in after me but he refused to. He gestured for me to start eating while he retreated into the bathroom to get dressed. I didn’t understand what the sudden need for privacy was for but I didn’t ask. I focused on my meal and although the burritos were cold I still enjoyed that.
I had just finished the first one when Darius came out in just his jeans. He walked over to me and I held my breath as I waited to see what he would do. He leaned down and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me but he settled for pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.