"You've got me," I promise, my hands framing his face, pulling him in to press our foreheads together.

I stay like that for a moment, letting my eyes fall shut and a little of the tension in me unwind. When I pull back, my hold on him falling away, I say, "Come on, I wanna clean you up."

I take a step away, toward the stairs, but I stop, holding my hand out for him to take.