116. We met again

Erica

My hair was still damp as I slipped out of the bed. After the dirty food session, Antonio had prepared a bath for us which we both desperately needed. And I was shocked to have him tend to me in a way I wasn’t ready for and neither I thought he was capable of. First of all, he had everything one would need for a bath like he was actually fond of them. And second, it was how he had taken care of me.

The way he had touched me, washed me and how tenderly his fingers had caressed me, he had made me feel like I was the most precious and beautiful thing in the world. His touch was so gentle and the way he looked at me with those golden eyes of his while he had cleaned me, it had made me lose the sense of myself. He hadn't left a place that he hadn't soaped and washed, he had paid attention to every nook and cranny of my body, making me turn into a pile of goo in the warm water.

For a brief moment I had forgotten myself and who he was. I could never have guessed that Antonio Rossi, who