“Wait ten minutes and then come in,” he called out.
I sat and waited. An excruciating ten-minute wait. Then I got up and went over to the closet. I had an extra bathrobe in there. After pulling off my dress, I hung it up and put on the robe.
The water stopped. The bath was full.
“Are you ready?” I teased, moving closer. “It isn’t big enough for two people, you know.”
I stepped into the bathroom. Steam was scorching the mirror. Caspian was waiting by the edge of the tub, his jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, hair and face all clean. A matching set of purple towels and a washcloth sat on the counter. Mounds of fluffy bubbles practically overflowed from the water’s edge.
He made a short bow. “This bath is for you, milady.”
“You made a bath for me?” I was impressed. And just a little bit nervous about taking off the robe in front of him. I dug one toe into the bath mat. “Can you …?” I glanced down at my robe.
He gave me a half smile, but turned his back. “Better?”
I slipped off the robe and hurried to the water. “Much.” Sinking down into the tub, I let out a groan of satisfaction. It was heavenly. Just the right temperature. I tipped my head back and slid under the water for a second, wetting my hair.
When I surfaced, Caspian had turned back around and was leaning on one knee, settled on the floor beside me. “Good?”
“The best. You’re amazing.”
His smile was beautiful, and I moved forward to kiss him. My fingers lingered in his hair, and I didn’t want to let him go.
But I’ll have to …
My throat tightened, and I cleared it brusquely. I didn’t want thoughts like those to intrude on our time together now.
“So,” I said. “Now that we’ve had our dance and made some cookies-even though we forgot to put them in the oven … What should we do next?”
“The moon?” he suggested. “Vegas? Russia? Thailand at midnight?”
“Oooh, you’re a romantic. What else?”
He rattled off a list of things to do, and places to see, and I leaned my head back and listened. It didn’t matter that we couldn’t do any of those things. Just hearing him talk like we had a future was enough for me.
I reached for the orange burlap bag of pumpkin spice bath salts that I always kept on the edge of the tub, and poured a handful in. The salts were rough beneath my fingertips, and I moved my hands through the water to make them disintegrate faster, while a memory from another time and place hit me. Another bath, where I’d put bath salts into the water. But he hadn’t been with me then, and all I could do was wonder. Now it was a completely different experience.
A clump of salt caught in my hand, and I lifted it out of the water, staring at it. The little piece of rock salt was slowly falling to pieces, and I realized that all this time I’d used these bath salts like it was just an everyday, normal thing, and I’d had no idea. No idea that I might not have years ahead of me to take more baths. Years to just sit and enjoy the warm comfort of the water on my skin, the scent filling my nose, the silky sensation left behind from the oils … Normal. Everyday. Mundane things. Things I have taken for granted for so long.
“Astrid?” Caspian’s voice broke through my thoughts.
I looked up. “Yeah?”
“What are you thinking?”
I’m thinking about this piece of salt in my hand and musing over the wonders of life. “Just about how great this is,” I said with a smile. “Can you hand me that washcloth?”
He picked it up, but instead of handing it to me, he reached over the tub and dunked it into the water. After ringing out the excess water, he dabbed some soap onto it and ran it slowly over my outstretched arm.
Paying careful attention to each finger, he washed my knuckles, my thumb, my palm. Then he ran the cloth all the way up my arm again.
“I have two,” I said.
I brought my other hand out of the water, and he lathered that arm too. Laying the washcloth down, he cupped some water in between his hands and poured it over my arms to rinse off the remaining bubbles. Then he picked up the washcloth again and started on my shoulders.
Slowly he ran it down the front of my neck and then moved to my back. I gathered all of my hair and piled it high on top of my head. He dipped and swirled the cloth across my shoulder blades as I leaned forward and pulled my legs up close.
His hand moved to the front. Traveled down, and I leaned back, giving him even greater access. My knee jutted out of the water, and he followed my thigh up until he crested my kneecap.
Caspian’s face was so close that all I had to do was turn my head to kiss him. But I held out. Resisted. I didn’t want to distract him from his task …
… and then I reached for him.
Using both hands, I pulled his shirt close to me, heedless of the water stains I was leaving behind. I offered my lips as his bounty. The room grew hotter, steam from the water drifted up in lazy curls, and I wanted to crawl inside of him. To wrap him around me and never let go. To fuse with his skin.
I must have pulled his shirt a little too hard, because the next thing I knew, he was losing his balance and falling into the water with me.
Water splashed up, hitting both of us in the face, and I choked on my laughter. He laughed too, hair dripping as the water ran down in a steady stream.
Our laughter didn’t last for long, though, when I noticed that his hands, which had previously been using the outside of the tub for balance, were now using my thighs for balance.
He noticed too.
“There really isn’t enough room for two people in this tub,” he said.
“Yeah, I think I’m done with my bath now. Can you hand me a towel?”
Caspian pulled himself out of the water, then reached for one of the purple towels. Spreading it as wide as it would go, he held it out in front of me. I stepped out of the tub. And against him.
He blindly reached a hand for the robe I’d discarded and held it up to me. “Do you want …” His words died. He tried again. “Maybe this too?”
I tucked the ends of the towel against myself. “I don’t need that.”
Caspian stepped back to look at me. “I know I probably shouldn’t say this, but you look adorable.”
It was the best thing he could have said. The most perfect thing he could have said, because with my hair wet and straggly, the damp towel wrapped around me, and all of my beautiful makeup washed off, I was feeling anything but adorable.
I reached up and undid the towel, letting it drop at our feet.
And then … well … I kind of jumped on him.
He reached for me. Held me. And I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. All I could think about was how much I wanted him again.
Love … Mine … was running through my head, over and over again in a blurry haze.
He leaned back against the sink, and I pushed myself into him. Closer. Deeper. He held me in place with one arm and used his hand to run it up my leg. He skimmed the back of my knee, and I wanted to scream, Yes, as he drove me to a fevered pitch. His fingers whispered down my back, caressed my spine, and I arched like a cat in the warm sun, trying to stifle a moan.
I think I did scream then.
We were nothing but touch, and taste, and feel. The towel was beneath us. The floor rushed up to meet us, and afterward I found myself thinking that I’d never known how comfortable tile could really be.
Caspian carried me into the bedroom, and I rested my head on his chest. I could barely think. Could barely move. Could barely keep my eyes open.