“You smell good.” His quietly commented.
“It’s your ugly soap.” Was her remark.
After climbing out of the tub he grabbed a towel that had never been used from the cabinet and dried her hair. During the whole time while he gently caressed her hair with the towel he realized she never once lifted her head up to look at him. Whether it was because of the fact that she still despised him or she didn’t like the sight of his face, he didn’t know and maybe it disappointed him somewhere inside. Yet, he didn’t know that she would never say it was because she was feeling a little shy. Yuri hadn’t once imagined in her whole life that there would be someone who might treat her like a child and take care of her like one.
Once majority of the water had been sucked dry from her hair they returned to the bed where Yuri drew the blanket over them. The comfort of her face buried into his neck, her breath, and her warm body above his was a little endearing. Her somewhat still wet hair slid over her shoulder onto his neck and shoulder but even as cold as it was, the beating of her heart eased the chill out. It felt like a winter morning warmed by a cup of hot chocolate. Comfy and peaceful.
“Should we,” he spoke, “start sleeping in one room now?”
“Should we?”
“Yea…lets try that.”
“What else?”
“Huh?”
“What else should we do?”
He blinked his eyes and stared up at the ceiling past her head. “Leave the wedding picture up.” He sought his memory for anything that he might want to start changing. “Let’s start doing things together from now on. Let’s eat together, watch TV together, lets…just do things one by one. How about that?”