Samantha
Water cascades on my body. Using the sponge, I wash off with hot steaming water, and the tension that was in my muscles relaxes, causing me to feel more relaxed too. There is just something about hot steaming water.
Once done with the bath, I make sure my hair is washed out too before drying it with a blow dryer.
With a towel around my body, I walk to my bedroom, and I open my closet.
What will I wear today? I haven’t thought much about that, but being a dinner, I know Santino will take it too far. His crave for perfection just throws me off. I always notice how his eyes twitch when I choose to wear scanty clothes at dinner.
He f*****g hates it, but he chooses not to comment on it.
I drop the towel at the same time a knock comes at the door.
“No, please!” I shout as I put o
