Chapter 18

My wife and I make our way to the shower quietly. We were still trying to fully process what happened. The situation and everything. We knew this wasn't the vacation we'd planned. As Dahlia sets the shower temperature, I grab our towels and hang them on the towel rack nearest the shower. My wife reaches out and grabs my hand then steps in the shower. I follow easily and step in as well. When I came in I hugged Dahlia. She hugged me back. We stood under the hot water. Steam rising from our bodies. Water dripping down our skin. Dahlia had laid her head on my chest. She never cared for my hairy chest. Until the day she first felt it. She thought the hairs would be rough and uncomfortably prickly but they were soft and fuzzy. Far from what she had imagined. So she didn't dislike it as much as she thought she'd hate it. It brought her comfort regardless because it was my chest. She knew she was safer than anywhere else being right infront of me in my arms.

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