I looked at Emerson's double doors and then asked myself, why not? I mean, everything was going great, and the dinner was just perfect, until for some reason I disappointed Emerson. But that doesn't mean that the night has to end badly. There's still a chance that tonight can end wonderfully. That tonight can end in wonders. And so, I changed directions and started heading towards the master bedroom.
I stepped inside, heading straight to the bathroom, and let the hot water cascade over me, breathing in the scent of Emerson’s shampoo as I washed. Using his things made me feel so close to him. After a long, relaxing shower, I wrapped myself in a fresh towel, dried off, and started brushing my hair in front of the dressing table mirror. I smiled at my reflection, feeling a sense of excitemen
