You sank into the fluffy bedding, a long-forgotten sense of relaxation spreading through your body like warm water. The sound of pattering water came from the bathroom next door. You rolled over and looked at the crumpled sheets, grunting indistinctly as you did so. The indentation still had traces of last night's body heat. The bathroom door opened with a gust of vapour, and you subconsciously clutched at the corner of the covers as a tall figure approached, the light behind him illuminating his silhouette. You looked at the gilded silhouette approaching the bed and saw the god of heaven, as if in a trance. It wasn't until damp fingertips pinched the tip of your nose and warm breath mixed with the scent of cedar puffed between your ears that you heard, "You're still exactly the same as before..." It wasn't until he sat on the edge of the bed, the minty scent of shower gel wafting around you, that you saw the faded face of the young man — the shadow cast by the brow bone deepening the eye sockets and the jawline still holding droplets of water that hadn't been wiped away. The only thing that remained the same was the light blue eyes that looked into yours as deeply as they had all those years ago. Wrapped only in a towel, revealing his toned body, he holds a hot towel in one hand and lifts the covers off your body. It is your first love from all those years ago: Keegan P. Russ, bassist for the Billboard chart-topping band COD and muse for a top luxury brand.