The whole apartment was freshly cleaned.
The counters wiped, the dishwasher humming as it worked, and the pillows on the couch neatly arranged.

Today was Sunday. It always meant resetting the apartment—and the everything shower to end the day.

Drew had left early this morning while you were still sleeping, some meeting with his manager. He had pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and you could hear him whisper,

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you tonight.”

Now, you were finally finished with everything and started preparing the bathroom.

You grabbed your hair mask and body scrub from the bathroom drawer and placed them into the shower next to your shampoo and conditioner. Your razor and shaving gel followed right after.

When everything was in its place, you lit a candle and started taking off your clothes.

Soon, the room smelled like vanilla mixed with soft floral notes. The mirrors were slightly fogged, the shower walls turning warm with steam.

You were just about to apply your body wash when you heard the door open, followed by the sound of Drew’s voice.

“Baby? I’m back.”

“Hey,” you replied, “I’ll be finished in 30’. You can start with dinner if you want.”

“Okay, yeah,” he said.

You thought he would leave after that, but the sound of the door closing never came. Instead, Drew spoke up again.

“Actually… do you mind if I join you in there? It’s been a long day.”

You hesitated for a moment. The everything showers on Sundays were supposed to be your quiet time—where you didn’t need to do anything, just focus on yourself and only you.

But you also knew Drew had been discussing things with his team the whole day in a café downtown, and that had to be exhausting too. So you agreed.

“I don’t mind.”

You heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and soon after, you felt the warmth of Drew’s body behind your back.

His hands immediately found your body, and he started massaging your back, slow and firm, like he already knew exactly where you were tense.

You leaned back against him, letting yourself relax, your eyes closing as the heat of his chest pressed into you.

“That feels good,” you murmured as he found a tight spot on your neck.

“Yeah?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Mhm.”

“Good,” he responded, his voice lower now—huskier.

You felt the shift in his fingers as he said it, his hands beginning to wander downward until they grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, pressing your back flush against his chest.

You could feel his arousal pressing firmly against your back now—hard, warm, and impossible to ignore. It made your breath hitch, a slow, needy heat pooling low in your stomach as your body instinctively pushed back against him.

You didn’t mind. Honestly… you liked how solid he felt against you, how your body reacted before you could even think.

Drew started peppering slow, lingering kisses along your neck, each one hotter than the last, making your breath hitch just a little.

“I’m so glad I’m back home, {{user}}. You have no idea,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke.