Trinity
Shortly after Theon demanded that I lay on the fluffy rug on the bathroom floor, he cleaned me gently with a towel. In all truthfulness, I should have just got back in the shower, but a little sponge bath with your desirable man rubbing you down wasn't so bad.
Wrapping me up in a clean towel, he carried me to the bed. Thaddeus sat in an oversized decorative chair, looking over some maps on the table. My face immediately flushed, thinking about what Theon and I just did; he had to have heard me pant like a rabid dog in heat. I bit my lip, goggling at Thaddeus while he traced his finger on the large map.
Continuing down the page, I wiggled my butt, trying to get comfortable in the bed. Theon pulled the sheets over me, not bothering to give me clothes to wear, and climbed in with
