“I told you I could do it on my own!” I kept my eyes shut and my head angled towards the ceiling, not daring to look at him. “Why do you insist on bathing me?!”
No matter how curious I am to see the expression he’s making at this moment --if there is any--, I’m adamant that I won’t look at him! That’s probably exactly what he wants.
The moment I stepped into the tub, I had to throw away my dignity and allow him to do as he wished. But now that it’d been a few moments since he’s been washing me and he thankfully hadn’t commented on whatever he saw, I can’t help but feel like I was overreacting a bit before. Perhaps, it is only a simple bath? Besides, the bubbles at the top of the water luckily hid most of my privates and I barely have anything worth seeing anyway.
Since he insists on b
