january, year two.
She sings in the shower, loud enough to be heard over the rushing water and through the door. When he swings it open he's hit by a wall of warm steam and the sight of her there, perfect porcelain skin stretched over her bones and red hair darkened and sticking to her face-neck-shoulders. He pushes it aside to kiss her, tasting fresh water and that undeniable sweetness that is her.
Bottles of her shampoo, conditioner, body wash are stacked haphazardly on the floor with his own, and as he runs his hands over her soapy skin he realises that he can't remember what his life was like without her in it.
a.n. i think ff stuffed up and didn't notify you guys of the last update. go read review it if you haven't already? and let me know what you think of this one! the chapters are going to jump around over the time frame, although every now and again there'll be some that run in chronological order.
