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For once, Robert didn’t argue. He just stood up and pulled her out of the room. Leading her up the stairs and into the bedroom, he sat her down on the bed. Hardly a second had passed before his lips were on hers, pushing her into the mattress. She kissed him back eagerly.



Beth couldn’t help the grin that was plastered across her face. She glanced up at Robert who was still watching her lovingly. The two of them were sat in the bath, the water full to the rim. It had been her idea and she was so happy that he’d agreed.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you more.”

“That’s not possible.”

Robert grinned. Those were the words he’d whispered to her maybe an hour before and now she was throwing them back at him. Beth breathed in deeply, the lavender-scented bath oil filling her nose, making her relax. The bath was set into the floor and the circular tub had jets set into it.

“This morning, why did you ask me what the future holds for us?” he asked quietly.

She shrugged, the water lapping at her shoulders. “It was something I was thinking about last night.”

“Did you think that I would leave you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Never. I promise you that. I will never leave of my own accord.”

She nodded, accepting that promise. The only reason he would leave her was if someone dragged him, kicking and screaming. She swallowed, desperately hoping that he would never be dragged.

She climbed into his lap, taking him by surprise. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. Beth sighed. Suddenly his arms were gone, leaving her feeling bereft. Then his fingers were gently pulling through her hair. She felt the cold, scented hair conditioner on her scalp. She relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being pampered. That’s all Robert had been doing all day: taking care of her, spoiling her in any way he could.

He rinsed the conditioner from her hair, kissing her neck while he did so.

“Are you going to let me do your hair?” Beth asked when he was done.

“If you want to,” he chuckled.

Beth turned around, straddling him. She reached behind him for the shampoo. He watched her face as she spread the stuff through his hair. He leant forward to kiss her but she laid a finger over his lips, knowing that if he kissed her, she’d never get round to finishing his hair. He smiled and sat back. She splashed her hands in the water and rinsed the bubbles from his dark hair. When he leant forward this time, she didn’t stop him.

He pulled away, tilting his forehead against hers. Underneath the scent of the shampoo and the bath oil, his own fragrance was heady and exhilarating. There were no words to explain what he smelled like.

The water was starting to get cold, Beth realised. She shivered and moved closer to Robert.

“Come on, let’s get out,” he murmured.

The End

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