im thinking about late night showers with zayne. letting the water cascade over the two of you as the smell of vanilla and mandarin fills the room. taking time to lather the shampoo in his hair, relishing in the low groans he lets out when your fingers scratch at that sweet spot behind his ear.
your bodies intertwined, chest to chest, arms wrapped around eachother as you both lazily sway side to side, hoping the water washes off the remaining bubbles from your bodies.
he's so good with his hands, he's careful not to pull or tug on your hair as he drags the conditioner through it. even the tiniest knot is gently fiddled with, so softly that you hardly notice he's doing it.
and when you step out of the shower he's quick to wrap your towel around you, crowding you in his arms as he stands there dripping water on the mat.
