“We can have people bring us food. Cheeseburgers,” she declares, once her stomach gives a little rumble under Ben’s hand. She rests her own over the top of it, tracing the veins in the back of his hand as they take a few moments to calm themselves.

“Okay, we need to take a shower.” She pats his arm and then rolls off of the bed, stumbling a little and stretching her arms over her head with a involuntary squeak. When she makes it to the door of the restroom, she looks over her shoulder at him. “Strip the sheets and come join me.”

In the bathroom, she takes the brief moment of privacy to empty her bladder and then opens the glass shower door, leaning into the to turn on the water. She holds a hand out as she waits for it to get warm, watching as water hits the tile and swirls down the drain. Showers still feel so luxurious to her, even after weeks spent being able to have them whenever she wanted.

Having Ben in the glass still with her will make it even better. Hurry, she thinks.