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I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom, though I’m not sure what we’re going to do when we get there.
Maybe a shower?
She walks straight into my bathroom and turns on the faucet. I watch her as she splashes water on her face and shudders. “I know I must look like a fright.”
“You’re beautiful, as always.”
She scoffs. “Don’t bother lying to me, Brock.”
“I’m not lying to you. You’re beautiful to me no matter what.”
“You told me to get out,” she says.
“I did. I needed to cool off. I was angry.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so nonchalant about a trip to London. We weren’t gallivanting about London so I could be missing my work. I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to help you. I was just…”
“I understand.”
But do I? I want to. Are we in the same place? I asked her to move in with me. Hell, I said I’d marry her. My great-grandmother’s ring is in the pocket of my jacket.
I don’t want to bring these things up now, not when she’s so distraught, but eventually I’m going to need to know where she wants this to go.
She’s still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Looking past her, I see the huge, jetted tub that I’ve never used. I always use the shower that’s detached from the tub.
A bath. Maybe a bath would relax her.
I walk past her into the bathroom and twist the tub faucets. I test the water several times until it’s at a warm temperature that I think she’ll like, that I think will be soothing to her.
I don’t take baths myself, though I’ve been known to sit in a hot tub now and then.
To use a hot tub, though, I’d have to go to my parents’ house, and I don’t want to do that. Rory needs to be by herself.
What do women like in their bath?
Bath salts? Bath bombs?
I don’t have any of that.
Bubbles? I don’t have that either. I have shower gel. Would that work?
I go to the shower, grab my bottle of Evergreen shower gel, and squirt a stream of it into the tub as it fills. Sure enough, bubbles form.
Once the tub is full, I find Rory sitting on the bed. I pull her up and undress her slowly.
“Brock…”
“Quiet,” I say softly. “This isn’t about sex or anything else. This is about me taking care of you.”
Once her clothes are off, I try not to stare at her beautiful body. Instead, I lead her into the bathroom, make sure she has towels, and help her get into the tub.
“Just relax, sweetheart.”
She closes her eyes and sighs.
I move toward the door to leave—
“No,” she says.
