*Odette*
Because I have only two options, the uncomfortable chair or the bed, I chose the latter. I sit on the corner of the bed, atop the rumpled blankets, with a pillow supporting my back. That very pillow had been slept on by him, and later tonight, I will rest my head on it, inhaling his scent. I know this because I buried my face in it earlier and then placed it behind me.
I curse my hands and my inability to hide the discomfort they reveal. I had longed to wash his back again, to revel in the experience. Yesterday, I was too self-conscious to fully enjoy it, but today, I had planned to rectify that mistake.
Although he alternates between kindness and brusqueness, I suspect there is more to our relationship than what is considered proper. The clothes he brought me today fit as if t
