A birthday present
He lift her off her feet taking her to the bathroom, and carefully lay her into the tub already filled up with warm soapy waters. She smiled, wrapping her hands around herself.
"Should I wash you up."
"Get out, p*****t!" She groaned, her face covered embarrassment. She still felt shy anytime he sees her naked. She hasn't gotten used to it yet and she never thought she would ever get used to it. She smiled softly watching him leave the bathroom and shut the door.
She just need to get herself a good warm bath.
She was eighteen today, her birthday. The day she lost the only one dear to her. How can she ever forget that.
She would never will, tears prickle at her tears, she sniffed and concealed all, she wasn't gonna let it fall.
Susan died, that night
