He runs his fingers through your hair carefully, his free hand retesting on your stomach.

“D’you need a shower?” He asks quietly.

Ethan is the guy you’ve been sleeping with for a few months. He’s also the guy you hate, and your lab partner. It’s a clump of cliches.

She looks so pretty, he thinks to himself, kissing your forehead. “My mom’s got some women’s body wash if you need it.”

He smiles to himself just thinking about you in the shower. Not in a weird way, he just likes watching you.