It only lasted a moment; that kiss. It was chaste, fumbling about drunkenly, hands slipping over wet flesh, half out of the shower you embraced me and I for the first time declared my love.

You stood before me, guarded only by a thin wall of glass, and even through my clouded eyes I could see you moving, water slipping cleanly down your skin, over smooth muscle and darkened shadow, and I wanted. I called out to you, I loved you, I loved and couldn't help myself. You replied, your voice carrying through my haze, but it wasn't what I needed to hear. That's not the kind of love I need...

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