Tiffany
I curl up in bed and think back to a few days ago when we had gone to the resort.
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A few days before
“Know what?” he says to me. “Let’s get you a bath first, and then I’ll tell you about the surprise I have for you."
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do,” I tell him, laughing. It’s just the way he knows how to rope me in.
He lifts me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom despite my obvious protests. I can’t tell why he wants to do this. “I can walk myself, you know,” I say to him.
He ignores me completely and brings me to the bathroom. He places me on a black velvet tufted chair. I watch him run the bath in the large marble bathtub before taking his shirt off.