On Bathroom

Arion gently placed Emily in the dry bathtub. The tall, muscular man turned the faucet, filling the tub with warm water, and added some soap. Emily remained silent, gazing out the window at the clearly visible Eiffel Tower, its lights shimmering like a scene from a fairytale.

Her heart raced at the sight of Arion's perfectly toned body, though he appeared indifferent. Without a word, Arion climbed into the tub, leaned against the wall, and pulled Emily to rest on his chest, inhaling the fragrance of her neck.

"Hmm..."

Emily was startled by the sensation of something hard and soft pressing against her from behind. Arion held her silently, resting his chin on her shoulder, his hands wrapped around her waist, gently caressing her stomach.

"Sorry."

Thump! Emily didn't respond, too confused by Arion's apology, not knowing what he was apologizing for.

"Sorry for saying something hurtful," Arion continued, turning Emily's face to look at him.

"What should I say?" Emily wondered, unable to te