Playing with fire

Jade

I went into the bathroom, and there was a massive bathtub with jets waiting for me. After turning on the water, I scooped some of the heavenly-scented bath salts that they offered. The water began to boil, and a thick cloud of steam began to envelop the room as it spread throughout the bathroom. I tripped and climbed into the warm water. I lay down in the water and gave my body the freedom to float. Thoughts of Mr. Lombardi and how he confuses me filled up my mind.

There is something about him that gives me the creeps to the point that my hair is standing on end. It’s also scary that I feel like I need him to live. To survive. To concur the world. I feel like he is mine to keep, and it scares me. My sudden obsession with him is no longer healthy. I need to forget about him. Nothing good will come out of this. This man will bring me pain. He will degrade me.

After the water has reached the desired temperature, I rinse off my body, climb out of the tub, and pat myself dry with one