A/N: Hello! I'm EXTREMELY sorry I haven't updated in, like, forever! I've pretty much just forgotten, but I'm updating now at least. Before you read this, I've updated chapter 10, so go read that if you haven't already! And sorry this is really short, but it's like 1:30 in the morning and I have to work tomorrow morning… I hope you enjoy the story:

Chapter 11- Tris' POV

"I'm going to shower," I said, getting up from the bed, not even bothering to put a sheet around me.

"Can I come?" Tobias asked, grabbing my wrist.

"Tobias, we just had sex. I think you can last 10 minutes without me." I replied, closing the bathroom door behind me (in the apartment, the bathroom was in the bedroom, so I definitely didn't want the door open).

After I got out of the shower, I noticed I forgot a towel.

"Tobias! Can you bring me a towel? I forgot one…" I shouted, thinking how awkward this was going to be.

"Are you saying that my hot, naked, girlfriend is waiting for me to come get her?" He shouted back.

"No. I'm saying your wet, cold, girlfriend really needs a towel!" I told him, rolling my eyes. This boy needs to keep it in his pants.

After a while, he hadn't said anything and it began to worry me, but right then he burst into the bathroom and wrapped me up in a towel.

"Are you ok now?" He asked, hugging me.

"Yes, I'm ok now. Thank you, baby, you're the best." I replied, kissing him briefly and walking back into our room. I walked over to my bag lying on the floor and picked it up to get some clothes out. "A little privacy would be nice."

"It's not like I'm going to watch, and plus, I've already seen you naked." He said, plopping down on the bed.

"Fine, just seriously don't watch until I have my underwear on at least," I told him.

"Promise."

I put on my underwear and bra and then through the towel at him. I stood there trying to figure out what to wear before just walking over to the bed and face planting on it.

"What's wrong?" He asked, stroking my hair.

"I don't know what to wear!" I yelled, sitting up.

"Just wear that, it's not like we're going anywhere." He suggested.

"Yeah, I guess, thanks," I said, crawling over to him and cuddling into his chest. "I love you, Tobias Eaton."

"And I love you Beatrice Prior."