Heavy Hearts by Kylie Kaemke Page A

looked utterly delectable while I stood before him with my knotted hair and disheveled pj’s. It didn’t stop his wide eyed grin as he looked me up and down before dropping his phone into his jean pocket and scooped me up in a forceful hug that lifted my feet right off the ground.
    “SIMON!” I squeaked in delight,
    “I missed you girl! Are your mates home?” He didn’t waste any time.
    “No, they’re out. I told them to go ahead without me since I knew I wanted to spend the day with you today.”
    “Awww. Well aren’t you just a doll.” He kissed me before swinging my legs up to hold me in a cradled position. I squealed again.
    “Simon really. I’m all gross I haven’t showered or anything yet. I didn’t want to be all grimy when you got here.”
    “No worries. I came over early because I wanted to witness one of these baths you seem to love so much.” His eyebrows danced wildly up and down.
    “Oh do you? And who says I’m in the mood for a bath?” I retorted. (Although a bath always sounded lovely) Night baths are delightful, but there was something special about morning baths that I just couldn’t describe.
    “I do.” He proclaimed and made his way into the bathroom. Letting me down gently on the marble floor he beckoned for me to disrobe as he started the water in the claw foot tub.
    “Now, which of these lovely bubbles would you like this morning?” He asked as his eyeballs scanned my shelf of the various bath foam scents.
    “Let’s go citrus. It’ll wake me up!” I reached over him to grab it, brushing my naked body against his shoulder. He turned and nearly stuttered. I was immediately embarrassed and was ready to get behind the safety of the soon-to-be cloud of zesty scented bubbles.
    “You’re a vision. Has anyone ever told you that?” His words offered me reassurance and the way his eyes drank me in made me feel more confident than just a second before. I loved how comfortable I felt around him.
    I just smiled and continued on with getting my bath ready.
    The water was perfect and the room filled with the invigorating scent of lemongrass. I slipped in and let out a low satisfactory moan. Simon took a seat on the toilet a couple feet away.
    “Are you planning on just watching me or are you going to get in on some of this sweet soaking action?” I asked. The tub was plenty big enough for two and what was more romantic than a shared bath?
    “You just want to see me naked don’t you?” He joked.
    “Maybe,” I joked back.
    He did as I asked and stripped down to nothing forcing me to bite my lip and curl my toes in anticipation.
    Once he was fully emerged in the hot bubbly water he beckoned me to sit with my back against his chest. What a glorious feeling it was being wrapped in his arms while the two of us were surrounded by the relaxing qualities of an amazing bath. All that was missing was some flickering candles and scattered rose petals.
    His hands began to wander around my skin searching for things that they hadn’t touched yet, or at least not in days. I could suddenly feel every fragment of my skin come to life.
    “Your hands are like magic,” I offered as two greedy fingers found the spot they were so rudely interrupted from conquering that day in the shower. “Case and point.”
    He let a low grumble slip between his teeth whispering in my ear “your body is magic.”
     
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    “I now understand why you love baths so much.” Simon said as he pulled his dark purple shirt back over his head.
    “Aren’t they great for tension relief?” A playful smile danced across my face.
    “Indeed.”
    “So, now can we please go out? I’ve been cooped up in here for three days.” I pushed him toward the door, grabbing my pale pink cardigan to pair with my gray strapless dress.
    “Oh what, you didn’t like bath time? Sounded like you enjoyed it! And I’d say since half the water ended up on the floor that your body thought it was brilliant.” He was so smug with