Tim paused at the door of his bathroom when he saw Aurora seated on the couch in his room.
He had a towel tied on his lower waist, with little water droplets dripping down his body, with his hair wet. He turned away, and used his back to face her
Aurora swallowed. She watched as the muscles at his back flexed as he pulled a shirt over his head.
Aurora noticed a write up on his back, at the right end, and her curiosity piqued. He never had a tattoo when they were together.
She groaned with frustration when she realized she was frustrated to know what he wrote there, and why he got a tattoo.
"I'm not going home tonight," Aurora spoke up when he finished dressing up, and returned from the bathroom after putting the towel away.
Tim gave her a soft look. "This is home, baby,"
Aurora touched her curls, and nodded timidly. She missed this room, she missed the space and everything that comes with it.