“You can talk,” she laughed. “Have you looked in the mirror yet?”
“I have, and I would keep it like this for all eternity if I could.”
“Why?” she scoffed.
“Because it reminds me of last night,” he whispered before planting a kiss on top of her head.
Beth smiled. “Last night was pretty memorable.”
“It was,” he agreed.
“So,” Beth started, looking up at him, “about that detailed report you promised last night...”
He smiled. “Nonexistent.”
“Good. You don’t need to take away all the pain I ever feel, you know?”
“I’d rather you didn’t hurt.”
“I’d rather you let me deal with it,” she said gently.
After a pause, he responded. “Okay, but only as long as you tell me so I can be there for you.”
“Sounds good to me,” she smiled. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “So, care to join me in the shower?”
“How about the bath?” he suggested.
“Come on then.”
She pulled him out of the kitchen by the hand she still had hold off. Leading him up the stairs, through the bedroom and into the bathroom, Beth smiled, grateful that they weren’t arguing.
He stopped her and sat her down on the edge of the toilet seat. He turned on the water, letting it run. She watched him as he tested the water temperature. The bath was full in a few minutes.
Robert shut the water off and stood up, coming over to her. He pulled her up and began to undo her robe. He flicked it off her shoulders. She felt the satin flutter down her arms. It landed in a heap on the floor. He led her over to the bath and she stepped into it. He quickly followed.
Beth sat in Robert’s lap, relaxing in the warm water and the circle of his arms.
“Can we just stay here for the rest of time?” she asked quietly and contentedly.
Robert chuckled quietly. “I’m afraid not; the water will get cold eventually. And besides, I have a meeting tomorrow night.”
“Oh, I forgot about that.”
“Until then, I’m all yours,” he whispered, kissing her neck.
She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and smiled up at him. He pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth, letting him slide his tongue against hers. She was about to turn around when her phone started ringing from the bedroom. Robert pulled back but didn’t move.
“You should probably answer that,” he murmured.
“No, it can wait,” she replied, still looking up at him.
He smiled. “If you don’t answer it, I will.”
“Oh, fine,” she said, giving in.
Clambering out of the bath, she pulled the satin robe back on but didn’t bother tying it. She hurried into the bedroom, only answering her mobile as it was about to stop ringing.
“Hello?” she said into it, glancing back at Robert, who raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Beth, it is Jack,” said the quiet voice on the other end.
She froze. “Jack? What’s up?”
A worried expression shot across Robert’s face, mirroring Beth’s own feelings.