"I love you."
He hadn't meant to say it… but he did.
They weren't seventeen in back of a car, him trying to get her to have sex, nor were they a married couple making love by candlelight. No, they were both partners and wrapped in an affair in the shower. They were supposed to only fuck – not have sex or make love – but to fuck.
He leaned his head against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut; her arms loosely wrapped around his neck too stunned to say or do anything.
They weren't supposed to fall in love or make it anything more then satisfying their hormones since Monica dumped him and her boyfriend cheated on her. They weren't supposed to make this any more then what it was – fucking. They were to keep it simple and never speak of it outside of his apartment.
She stared up at him with a mixture of pain and something he couldn't identify. He hoped for relief, but he wasn't exactly sure… at least until she pulled him tightly against her, her legs wrapping around his with more vigor then usual. The hot water slid down both of them causing small shivers throughout their bodies as the cold air hit them.
She kissed him, but not before whispering the words he was afraid she would never say.
"I love you too." Bomber whispered back.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is one short one shot. Being bored so I writed it. Please read and review and of course enjoy. Rated MA for any case.
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