*Polly*
The moment I close the door, I pivot, expecting Fennec to open it and step through. He had blundered straight into the bathing chamber, after all. Why have I never divided that spacious room into two, one for each of the bedchambers? I’ve had half a mind to do so for years. Instead, I’ve installed the newest system of pumping water and a gorgeous ceramic bathtub made on our own estate.
I hear the sound of his feet retreating through his room and down the corridor. I tell myself that I am glad. Perhaps he had forgotten that the bathing room is shared. From now on, he will respect my privacy.
I take my time dressing, not allowing myself to picture buxom island she-wolves with curves my body will never achieve.
I had meant to remain at home tonight to honor Fennec’s memory. But no
