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Crying in the shower makes so much sense.

“I’ll miss you while I’m gone.” He smiles softly, bringing our heads together, the water from the shower still trickling over his hair and causing rivulets to run down his cheek onto my breasts in an almost mesmerizing pattern.

“We haven’t slept apart since you told me you loved me,” I whisper shyly.

“It’s been intentional.” He gazes at my mouth