I wake up, with a naked Phoebe still in my arms. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. She opens her eyes and looks at me and smiles. “Morning handsome,” she says. “Morning yourself beautiful. How are you feeling? You passed out before I could ask,” I say.
She stretches and then winces. “A little sore, but it's a good sore,” she says, making me chuckle. “You need a soak in the tub. The water will help you heal. Give me a few minutes,” I say, and kiss her, before I get up. I run a bath for her, with her usual bash salts and bubble bath. Then I went back into the room and picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
“Hmm, I like this. Will I get this kind of treatment every time we make love?” she asks, giggling. “You can have this kind of treatment whenever you want,” I say as I put
