Stepping into the bathroom, I see him in the shower. Head down, clearly deep in thought about whatever horrendous thing he had to deal with these last ten days he was away from me. Quietly stripping out of my pajamas, I stepped to the shower glass and tapped lightly as not to startle him. He turned slowly toward the door.
“Could I join you? You look like you could use a distraction.”
Smiling slightly, he reached his hand out.
“Absolutely. But you’re far from just a distraction.”
I stepped in and wrapped my arms around him, hands sliding down the scars on his back while his hands gently touched my face.
“How can I help? What can I do to make you feel better?”
He kissed me softly. “I have a few ideas.” And before I knew it, his hands slipped down, picking me up effortlessly and pinning me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started kissing my neck.
Happy Birthday, Keanu Reeves (September 2nd, 1964 – ∞ ) “He’s very humorous, he’s very intelligent, he’s very gentle, he’s very sweet, and he’s just one of the most generous people that I know.”
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