Jack had been just making the bed when he heard her start singing. He’d never heard her sing before… that was new. She sounded beautiful, and a part of him wanted to go into the shower and sing with her but knew that wouldn’t be all right.
Yes they’d seen each other naked. Yes, they’d made love a total of three times now. But that didn’t mean he could waltz in as if he owned her. He didn’t. She was a part of him; the better half. You didn’t abuse that trust, or that feeling.
Instead he softly hummed to the song as he continued making the bed for her.
Washing out the shampoo out of her hair, she continued singing, her voice growing a bit louder in confidence, forgetting where she was for a moment.
I look at you looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
Gonna love you boy you are so fine
Angel of mine…
Putting the conditioner in her hair now, she let it set while she scrubbed her body down, enjoying the warmth of the shower too much to want to leave but knowing she was hogging all the hot water.
“Hmm..maybe I should have..no..t-that would have embarrassed him..” She scolded herself, not realizing the echo of the bathroom.
“Are you all right?” Jack’s voice came from the door. Not that he’d been standing at it, of course not, of course he hadn’t been listening to her sing with his hands against his chest like that. But hearing her speak, sounding nervous, he had to voice his concern.
Jack Maple 