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arms around myself, trying to keep the pervading cold at bay, even though I
know it’s a fruitless task as this cold comes from within. Christian pulls me
into his arms.
“Baby, he’s alive. His vital signs are good. We just ha一ve to be patient,” he
murmurs. “Come.” Releasing me, he takes my hand and leads me into the
bathroom. Gently, he slips my jacket off my shoulders and places it on the
bathroom chair, then turning back, he undoes the buttons on my shirt.
The water is deliciously warm and fragrant, the smell of lotus blossom hea一vy
in the warm, sultry air of the bathroom. I lie between Christian’s legs, my back
to his front, my feet resting on top of his. We’re both quiet and introspective,
and I’m finally feeling warm. Intermittently Christian kisses my hair as I
absentmindedly pop the bubbles in the foam. His arm is wrapped around my
shoulders.
“You didn’t get into the bath with Leila, did you? That time you bathed her?” I
ask. He stiffens and snorts, his hand tightening on my shoulder where it rests.
“Um . . . No.” He sounds astounded.
“I thought so. Good.”
He tugs gently at my hair knotted in a crude bun, tilting my head around so he
can see my face. “Why do you ask?”
I shrug. “Morbid curiosity. I don’t know . . . seeing her this week.”
His face hardens. “I see. Less of the morbid.” His tone is reproachful.
“How long are you going to support her?
“Until she’s on her feet. I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Why?”
“Are there others?”
“Others?”
“Exes who you support.”
“There was one, yes. No longer though.”
“Oh?”
“She was studying to be a doctor. She’s qualified now and has someone
else.”
“Another Dominant?”
“Yes.”
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“Leila says you ha一ve two of her paintings,” I whisper.
“I used to. I didn’t really care for them. They had technical merit, but they were
too colorful for me. I think Elliot has them. As we know, he has no taste.”
I giggle, and he wraps his other arm around me, sloshing water over the side
of the bath.
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