After snooping around downstairs, I made my way upstairs to his room. Remembering his large tub from our night together, I decide to run a bath. Running the hot water, I find some bath oil, pour it in and submerge myself, contemplating what I was going to do with Nix. His showing up at the tattoo shop sent a spark through me. I wasn’t sure after our last meeting how I would act, but ending up on the back of his bike to his bath was not on the list of logical outcomes. I know he wants more, more of what I’m not clear on, but I do know in the short time I’ve known the man, he won’t give up. After reasoning with myself on my actions for twenty minutes in the hot water, I am no better off. Stepping out onto the fluffy beige bath mat, I reach for a matching towel. For a man, he has impeccable taste. I cover my body in the soft towel. Its smell reminds me of his body, and I catch myself breathing in his rustic scent. God, he smells good. After searching through his drawers for something to wear, I find one of his T-shirts.
