56. Soap Massage
The bronze bathtub, filled with scalding hot water, tendrils of steam curling over the top and my skin softening in the warmth that seeps into the layer of my rain-frozen skin, the sigh that involuntarily escapes the grasp of my lips and the feel of Elian's fingers in my wet hair.
I thought I was in for an ear-boxing.
There was no ear-boxing, far from it actually— I am being pampered at the moment. Leaning my body at the front end of the bathtub and my head is being scrubbed clean softly with strong hands with just the right pressure.
None of my boyfriends had the sensibility to lavish me to such a level of cosseting and a huge mistake on my part, I have never coddled anyone like this either. But now that I am in for it, I must say, it is quite the reward for mucking around in the rain.
Not that it was something wrong to do.
"Hmm." I let out a hum in gratitude as I felt the pad of his thumb exert a numb pressure upon my temples.