Malia bathed in his affection, glad that they had reconnected so easily. The tension between them had been higher than not after that first fight a week ago, he’d grown clingy, and as a result she’d grown distant. She didn’t need someone treating her like a toddler, but for now, she simply enjoyed their moment. He practically kissed the very life out of her, and she couldn’t the happier about it. His hands grazing her skin were soft and gentle, his fingers pressing against her sore muscles, bringing relief to their ache. Her own hands rested with one in his muscular chest, the other holding behind his neck, her body and hips pressed to his own.<br/><br/>She knew how badly they both wanted to run off and start a life of their own. Build their own house next to a quiet river, trees surrounding behind them. Maybe they’d even have a kid or two, she’d get to watch life grow inside her—something that still amazes her, if she was perfectly honest. He was her soul mate, her other half, and there was no taking that away from her. At his sincere apology, she simply smiled, pressed a quick kiss to his nose. “It’s okay, lets leave it in the past, it all worked out. Let’s just enjoy the time we’ve got, Okay?”<br/><br/>She turned, her back hitting the shower wall as she leaned against it, her leg hooking around his hips, tugging him close to her. She kissed his jaw, her fingers tracing his skin. “I love you, you know. Regardless of whether or not you’re ‘practically half soup.’” She pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. “Im really, really glad my mom kicked me out of my house, which is really weird to say, but I doubt we’d be here right now if she hadn’t.” With a soft laugh, she pressed her lips to his once more, her fingers tangling in his hair, running through the brown strands. She wanted him to know, truly know, that there was nothing that would shake the love she felt for him. There had been doubt between them recently, and she hoped that feeling would fade.<br/><br/>She nibbled gently on his shoulder, holding him tight to her. Half for balance, half because she wanted him close. “So, Mr. Rowes , what do you say we make up for some lost time?” A fire had ignited in her heart, burning bright and everlasting.