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The door shuts quietly behind us. The room is toasty, I almost feel my face begin to thaw. The heat is on full blast.

A trail of water runs from my scalp down my neck and down the front of my dress.

My fingertips tingle.

He tips my head back to get me to look at him, green eyes looks do on mine with intensity a breath passes my lips. He watches me for a moment, Ian pats my hair once more with the towel “I’ll be right back”

I watch his back as he moves directly to the bathroom, the light comes on and I hear water running and he returns without his jacket, no tie and the arms of his shirt pushed up.

The black waistcoat now damp from my hair matches his charcoal pants and belt.

He removes the wet towels from my shoulders and head dumping them on the floor.

“Would you like to bath with your bag?” The question snapped me from my frozen haze and I realize I’m still hugging my bag pack and the car keys to my chest. I release it slowly and Ian smiles encourageinly. He takes them