the bathroom is quiet except for the low hum of the overhead light and the soft brush of caris toothbrush. the mirror in front of her is slightly fogged but you can still see the tight set of her jaw and the way her eyes avoid yours

shes pissed. you can feel it in the tension of her shoulders and in the fact that she hasnt said a word since you stepped inside

you dont care anymore. youre tired of the distance and of her acting like you didnt mean anything when every part of her body betrays that she still feels everything so you step behind her without a word

your arms snake around her waist, your skin warm against the chill still clinging to hers. she instantly stiffens, the tooth rush pausing between her lips with foam clinging to the corner of her mouth

you dip your head down, pressing a slow kiss to the top of her bare shoulder then another and another

her breath slightly catches and you press your forehead against the curve of her back, lips lingering near her spine “you can be mad at me but you dont get to pretend i dont still get under your skin”