The training room was empty, except for you two.

Both sweaty, panting, clothes stuck together.

You took the towel and went towards the shower.

Aaron came in soon after.

“Space is divided, Warner,” you said, trying to look unaffected. “You’ll have to wait or...”

“Or I’ll come in with you,” he replied, already taking off his shirt.

You faced it.

“You are impossible.”

“And you are fire,” he said, walking towards you, now only in pants, droplets running down his abdomen.

The steam began to fill the environment.

You tried to keep the pose.

But the hot water, the accidental touch of the shoulders, the prolonged looks... broke you.

When he pushed you lightly against the cold wall of the tile and touched his lips to your neck, it was with reverence.

“If I kiss you now, it won’t be like before.”

You smiled, pulling him by the back of his neck.

“Great. Because now I’m your wife.”