ANNABEL
He drops me gently, my toes brushing the cool marble floor.
The shower's already running, steam curling up like silk ribbons, warm and inviting, fogging the air with a soothing haze that wraps around us like a cocoon.
I swear, I hadn't noticed how absolutely massive this bathroom was until now—gleaming marble floors that look like they cost more than my entire dorm, Italian tiled walls that shimmer under the soft lighting, a golden bathtub that looks straight out of a f*****g palace, and yeah, even the toilet's got this royal, golden vibe, sparkling clean like it's never been touched by human hands.
I'd bathed here this morning, but I was too rushed, too overwhelmed by everything that had happened to take it all in.
Now, though, something else grabs my attention entirely.
