Putting on the music, I walked into the shower. It had been a fucked up day at work and by now, I'm sure he knew. I hadn't brought myself to tell him I had messed up one of his clients' accounts. I set up the water to warm, grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the rack and began lathering as my thoughts drifted. I knew he would be disappointed and angry. This called for punishment. It hurt that I disappointed him. I swear it was an honest mistake! Still, should have been more careful. I could hear my heart pounding. What would he do? Did he now think I was careless? Uncertainties crept in slowly.
I heard the bathroom door open and turned to see a rugged tired 5'9 man with his blue thin-striped shirt untucked. He was home! After a minute or two of a hard on stare between us, he walked in the shower with his clothes still on and gave me a hug. Somehow, all my uncertainties were washed away.
He took the sponge and the bottle of body wash from me and did the least thing I expected. Starting from the back of my neck, he slowly washed my neck, his manly fingers massaging my neck while his luscious lips left a kiss here and there. His hands trailed my back tracing circles while he brought his other hand to the front and caressed my chubby stomach.