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"Maybe I will take that shower."
"Do, you'll feel better after."
"Wanna join me?" He offered with a cheeky smile. "That would for sure make me feel better."
He laughed, knowing deep down he was too tired for sex, but he also didn't want to be alone.
"Just take the shower so you don't stink like cigarretes anymore."
"Hey, I thought you liked it."
That made her laugh, he was pleased, knowing he could do that even in this state.
"I do. Just go, I'll wait for you to get out, ok?"
"Ok... thank you, for coming with me, for packing my stuff, for helping me calm down."
"It's my job."
"Carina mia, can you comb my hair when I get out of the shower?"
She kissed his forehead.
"Of course"
Lucio had heard somewhere that you should take a shower when you're not feeling well because water takes away negativity. That's what he thought of while the water ran down his face and body, his long hair clinging to his back. He closed his eyes, feeling the water going down his body and took a deep breath, then exhaled.
He touched his face, he always felt the skin in his cheeks was softer after crying. Maybe he should start using a moisturizer, his girlfriend had mentioned once the reason his face was always itchy was because it was dry.
He didn't like thinking about that, about how she felt like so much and he felt like so little; he knew she hadn't said it like a complaint, she was just worried about him, but she also couldn't like being with someone with dry skin, kissing his cheek coudn't feel good.
He took another breath, trying to push away those negavite thoughts, she loved him, she had accepted to go on tour with him, she had packed for him and comforted him after this horrible day. She was able to love things about Lucio that he himself didn't even like.
"She didn't mean it as a mean comment, she's just worried, that's why she wants me to eat more and smoke less, because she loves me."
He made sure the shampoo was completley out of his hair, turned off the shower, wrapped himself in a towell and open the bathroom door.
She was sitting in the bed, reading the book she had brought on tour, the comb sitting near her leg, waiting. She noticed him standing there and smiled closing her book.
"Wait" said Lucio not wanting to disturb her reading time just yet, she was so beautifull when she was concentrated reading. "Where's your moisturizer?"
She chuckled. Lucio thought for a second that her faced looked like she was calling him cute.
"Dry yourself and come here."
Lucio did as he was told, put on pijama pants and wrapped a towel around his still dripping wet hair and sat on the bed, near the girl of his dreams. She took a small bottle, placed some cream on her finger and with it made little dots on Lucio's face, one on his forehead, one on each cheek, one on his chin and a last one on the tip of his nose, accompanied by a small "boop". Then, she started to massage his face with small circular motions to help spread the cream. Lucio closed his eyes, her hands where so soft and the cream smelled too nice... he felt his body relaxing completley, the exhaustion of the day taking over as he started to fall asleep.
"At least you look happier now." He could hear her smile, took one of her hands by the wrist and kissed her palm opening his eyes.
"It smells good... that's how you smell when we coudle."
She chuckled, the cutest chuckle anyone could ever imagine.
"I know, I use this same moisturizer after I shower."
The sky roared after that word and the rain started to hit the hotel window guided by a strong gust of wind. Lucio sighed.
"Did you check the comments?" He asked, looking directly at the window.
"What comments?"
"The ones on instagram, on the post that said the show got cancelled. They must be so mad, sad, disappointed..."
"They where, some, then there where comments telling you to not worry too much, then people talking about how you where greeting fans outside the hotel, then talking about how cool and funny and devoted to your fans you are... do you want to read the nice ones? I promise you'll have a hard time trying to find a bad one."
"People think I'm cool and funny?"
"Correction: people know you're cool and funny."
"So, you think I'm cool and funny?"
That was the first smile of the day that didn't hurt Lucio's face. It didn't matter how many fans had told him they where happy to meet him or to not think too much about the cancelled show, it was different knowing that they also talked like that on the internet, in complete anonymity. Of course, knowing this beautiful woman in front of him loved him so much to read all those comments, also helped.
"You can read them while I comb your hair... if you still want me to..."
"I do!" Lucio took the towel off his hair and thought about grabbing his phone but decided he prefered her version of the comments to the real thing. "Can I borrow your book?"
"Sure, just make sure the marker doesn't fall out."
It was a story about a little girl that worked as a servent for a family that owned a dragon but Lucio coudn't pass the first page, his concentration being broken by the gentle strokes on his hair, the rain outside now pouring more gently, the sky not wanting to interrupt this intimate moment between them. Lucio's eyes dropped from the words on the page to the little anotations done by the girl sitting behind him and started to flip the pages, following them.
"Your hair is so soft, Lucio, it isn't even that tangled..."
"Then what is taking you so long?"
"I'm trying to spoil you a little. It's nice being like this with you."
"It is, can you comb my hair every day?"
"It could be our little ritual, I comb your hair and then we coudle." She huged him from begind then, by the waist, silently pleading for him to drop the book and lay down.
"You just want to coudle?"
"Stanca... you?"
Was she mocking him? Cute.
"Me too."
"Hey, the fact that we're just coudleing tonight doesn't mean we're just going to coudle every night, if that's what you where asking."
She kissed his back, going slowly up to his neck, seductive but not needing anything else. Lucio left the book on top of a suitcase and they both layed down, her head falling on his chest like coming home, his arm finding a perfect spot on her waist. He kissed her forehead three times and then the tip of her nose, her eyes where already closed, it didn't matter how tired Lucio was, he couldn't sleep just yet.
He concentrated on this very moment, the girl he loved in his arms, kissing his chest lightly, not out of lust, just saying "I love you".
The tour was nowhere near ending, and days like this might come again, but he knew it was all going to be well. Even if he felt like a dumbass for not checking the weather, even if he felt like he deserved everyone abandoning him, a part of him was learning to quiet down those thoughts, that they weren't real, that there where people that truly loved and cared for him, and one of those people was now quietly snoring near his chest. Life was beautiful.