After getting the discharge documents from Doc, Ezra takes us back to the Packhouse. Mateo wanders off to his room while Ezra drags me to his, before flopping on the bed face down. I guess he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he missed his bed.
Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the shower, wanting desperately to wash myself. My skin feels gross, and my hair feels flat on my head. Standing under the hot stream, I grab the shampoo. The familiar smell of his shampoo fills the air around me and I find it soothing, relaxing.
I am rinsing it out when a draft makes me shiver. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted with Ezra stepping into the shower. He leans down and pecks my lips before reaching behind me and grabbing the soap from the niche.
He turns around and washes himself. I stare at his back, m
