I have been showering alone for a while now lately, and let me tell you it’s taken all the fun out of the experience. Now, before you start snickering like a batch of prepubescents, I should have you know I’m speaking entirely about the intimacy that comes when washing and caring for another; the careful scrubbing and chaste hand placements.
“Tilt your head back; it’s time to rinse.”
“Like that?”
“Perfect.”
I feel loved and taken care of.
I don’t feel naked and exposed.
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