Eros' POV
Her body slides against mine, never stopping the kisses, until her feet touch the ground. She doesn't let go of my face, doesn't pull away completely. She just keeps her forehead pressed to mine, her plump lips brushing against mine. I’m bent over due to her height, but if she does this always, I'll bend as many times as necessary just to feel the touch of her lips.
"Damn brat, she's got me completely messed up."
"It smells nice in here..." she murmurs. "I like the aroma."
"Then you'll like how it's decorated."
The touch ceases, she lets go of my face and turns around.
She gasps in surprise, looking around without saying a word. She doesn't need to, her expression says it all. The bathtub is filled with floating lilies, some also around the surface. There's a tray with vari
