he said softly, bending low over her. “None of that now.” He lifted her into his strong arms, ignoring her feeble attempts to smack his arms away. He carried her into the bathroom where steam from the sunken tub was wafting up. He’d even added some bubbles, making the room smell wonderfully soft and romantic. She couldn’t help putting her hands around his neck, unable to balance herself in his arms without doing that. But she wouldn’t relax. Even when he continued walking until they were both submerged into the bathtub that was more appropriately called a small swimming pool. As the warm water enveloped them, she buried her face in his shoulder, not wanting him to see the tears that were flowing now. In the water, he just held her on his lap, his strong hands rubbing at the tense muscles in her back and shoulders while she cried, her sobs blocking out all the other sounds in the room. When the storm finally subsided, she sniffed, but kept her face in his neck. He continued to rock her softly, his hands weaving magic despite her desire to resist his comforting touch. “I’m sorry,”
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