Vincent just stood under the water of the showerhead and turned away from Christopher. Christopher looked at him with one of his fiercest glares. Christopher Tilted his head to match the angle of Vincent's head, and leaned in to kiss him.
"I love you." he whispered to Vincent. Vincent backed away until he backed into the cold tile wall. The hot water ran down on Vincent, yet he was chilled to the bone. He still wrapped his hands harder around himself as if he could stop Christopher from looking at him. Chris walked forward and with each step he removed his tee shirt. Vincent looked at Chris' body. It was perfect, everything was there, exept the out of place scars. He seemed to have so many, that his pale skin seemed almost peach toned. VIncent was mesmerised by Christopher's movements.
"Please... Christopher... Dont hurt me." Vincent whispered.