Phobia.

“It’s gonna be alright, trust me, ‘’ he said. She clenched her fist, drawing her nails into the palm of her hands, as she heard the tub fill up with water gradually. Terrified as she was of water, showers were tormenting enough, but she trusted his words. He placed a kiss on her forehead, “look at me, babe.” She opened her eyes to see his face, her heart- already racing- doubled its speed. He moved his hand to caress her face, while the other untied her hair. She found comfort in resting her head against his palm, while he moved his hand to her neck, tracing it down to her collar and stopped. She nodded in consent, as he unbuttoned her black shirt, one by one. Every bare fragment of her skin was sensitive to his touch. But, her mind was full of chaos - she dreaded stepping into that tub. She dreaded touching the very subject of her fear. But, she wanted it. She wanted him.