The hot water made her feel better and yet it couldn't wash away the feeling that she had overreacted. Why was she still keeping it from John? She was pretty sure that absolutely nothing would change between the two of them. John was considerate and sweet and he would understand why she needed to take things slow and he would give her all the time in the world. But Danny was back in her head. Clara thought she had been ready to move on without feeling guilty but it turned out she had been wrong. She had really loved Danny. Twelve months should be too soon to fall for another man. And what if she really let herself fall for John and lost him, too? Sometimes the risk seemed just too big.
Then there was a knock on the door. Clara sighed.
“Come in.”
But instead of entering the bathroom, John slid his hand through the crack, waving a white handkerchief.
“I take it you are coming in peace?” Clara asked, suppressing a chuckle. He was so silly sometimes.
“I'm sorry, I really am,” John apologized as he walked through the door and closed it behind him. He walked over to the bathtub and sat down on the rim, “I won't ever ask again. I promise.”
“Okay,” Clara nodded, smiling lightly, “I will tell you some day, but not now.”
“So, are we good? I hate it when you're mad at me.”
Clara frowned a little and then surprised him by splashing water in his face.
“Hey,” he yelled, instantly defending himself by splashing water back at her. It wasn't the best of counter attacks as she was already wet, but it still had the desired effect. Clara started laughing.
“Now we're good,” she announced, smiling. John reached for her face and gently pulled it closer. His lips touched her own carefully as if he wasn't sure she wanted to kiss him now. Clara opened her mouth and let her tongue sweep playfully over his, her hand leaving the warm water to find some part of his body to hold on to. The he suddenly pulled away from her, a smirk on his face.
“I am really trying not to be turned on by the fact that you're completely naked and wet in front of me.”
“Well, the tub is big enough for two,” Clara suggested and only a few seconds later he was on top of her, still fully clothed, kissing her.
“You're crazy,” she said, laughing at the silliness of the situation and how he had managed to completely lighten up her mood in a matter of minutes.
“Only crazy about you,” he replied.