Chapter 503

  He’s right, I’m emotional and tired and feel crazily strung out after last night. I love that he can always read me, but at the same time, it only makes me worse knowing he can sense that somewhere inside of me I still doubt him, still can’t fully let myself go yet.

  He leads me into his bedroom which is illuminated in a soft glow from lights coming from the open bathroom door. I make a little sobbing noise as I take in his bathroom, sparkling with candles and a full hot bubble bath, all ready for me to climb into. He has the jacuzzi function turned on in the tub to keep it hot and bubbling, and little flower petals are floating around on top giving a sweet aroma to the room. The bathroom smells like my favorite bath bomb and the boxes on the counter with the branded names tell me that’s what it is. He’s been a very busy boy for someone who only had an hour and half of my absence and all I can do is gawp like a dumbfounded freak, wondering when and how he planned all this.