When I entered the room, everything was full of flowers and the distinctive smell of lavender filled my nostrils. He put me in the bathtub and grabbed a sponge with his hand.
His every movement was soft and gentle, as if he was sliding the sponge across glass.
He scrubbed every part of my body while making me moan with pleasure.
I looked into his eyes and curved my lips into a slight smile. "Come here, honey," I said, pointing to the low side of the tub.
However, just as I thought he would sink into the hot water, his smile suddenly vanished.
Despite my words, Bicker remained silent, as if he was just ignoring my words.
I didn't want to ask again, but he sat behind me, out of the tub, and began massaging my shoulders with his large hands.
My head jerked to the side as suddenly
