Aria
The guest bathroom was smaller than the master one, like always..no one was ever there. No echo off marble walls, just the soft hiss of water filling the tub and the faint scent of lavender from the bath oil she’d poured in.
Aria sank into the heat slowly, letting it creep up her calves, her thighs, her waist. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the warmth instead of the ache in her chest.
She missed his hands.
Not just the way they claimed..possessive, sure...but the way they knew her. How his thumbs would trace slow circles over her hips when he held her from behind, how his palms would cup her breasts like they belonged there, heavy and warm.
She missed the weight of him, the way he made her feel small and safe and wanted all at once.
Her breath hitched. Heat gathere
