PRIMAL
He asked, eyeing the catalog in my hands.
"Plants," I said.
"For the Centennial?" He asked.
I nodded and proceeded to explain to him my dilemmas with the flower-picking situation.
"Follow me in here," he said as he walked into the bathroom. I was still holding the catalog, telling him all my ideas as I followed him into the bathroom.
"And I like the blue peonies the best because they match the ceiling, but they're out of season," I complained.
I heard the water turn on, and looked up to see Adam's naked body walking into the shower.