What am I?

Marcus’s hands wrapped around Zyra’s waist as he pulled her closer to himself, and she snuggled into his embrace. “If I let you, you’ll spend the rest of the day here,” he whispered in her ear.

She giggled, “Is that so bad?”

“Not at all, but we’ve got work to do today…” he replied, his tone teasing.

She pulled away to turn to him, “Oh really? What’s the plan?”

He cupped her cheeks in his hands, “You. You are the work.”

She dramatically dropped her jaw, “Oh, yeah right…” Zyra chuckled, making an attempt to get out of bed, but he pulled her back.

“No, no… you’re not going alone,” he said, getting off the bed and carrying her in a bridal style.

“You know I could actually walk to the bathroom myself,” she said with a pout.

He shrugged, “But this is more fun.” He carried her into the bathroom, where the luxurious space greeted them. The room was adorned with marble tiles, a large vanity with intricate details, and a massive tub that could easily fit both of them. The tub was already fille