"Mmm..." His voice dissolved into giggles as I tickled his ear from behind with my tongue. My hand wandered to his front, my wash cloth rubbing his chest vigorously in a soapy mess. It smelled like green apples. Mixed with fruit, the strong scent of large Hawaiian hibiscus permeated the air around us, cut and set into vases next to the bathtub. If I dared look beyond, it seemed as if we were in our own personal paradise. For ambiance, little candles lined the sink and all the safe places we could find. For this, it looked as if he glowed, my handsome boy.

Tickling turned to kisses, and he laid against me. I got his cheek with my lips and he gave a little snorty laugh in my playful games. Suddenly, I was kissing all over the side of his face in my adoration and he was wiggling against my body like a toy in his overwhelming giggles, washing forgotten.

"Stop it, stop it, oh my belly, I can't laugh anymore," his breath heaved, his hand clutching at his tummy. I caught him and wrapped my arms around him instead, letting my chin rest on his shoulder and closing my eyes, drinking in his touch.

"You're so funny tonight," he whispered, still out of breath.

"It's because I love you," I whispered into his ear, snuggling against it.

"Mmm, I love you, too."

My heart filled like with the bubbles in the bath hearing this. I'd never get sick of hearing it.