Robyn
Phoenix spoiled me all day long.
First, he fed me breakfast. Granted, he didn’t cook it, but he ordered it, arranged it on a tray with a flower in a vase and carried it upstairs where I was still lounging around in bed. He stabbed the food with a fork and brought it to my lips, until I got impatient and insisted on feeding myself.
Next Phoenix drew me a hot bath complete with bubbles and scented candles. I would have loved for him to join me, but A. His body was too large for the normal-sized bathtub in our shared bathroom and B. He had a video-call he needed to attend while I soaked away my sore muscles and all the tension of the last twenty-four hours. I stayed in the tub until my fingers and toes were pruned and the water started to get cool. Then I reluctantly opened the
