The walls were gray, the furniture was dark, and the sheets were all black. The windows were big, but covered with thick, dark curtains.
If there weren’t a large chandelier above her, Julie would have thought she was standing in a darkroom.
Living in such a repressed bedroom, wouldn’t he have nightmares at night? She wondered.
As Julie recovered from her surprise, the sound of flowing water caught her attention. The door to the bathroom was ajar, and hot steam was spilling out of the door.
“Is he bathing?” she muttered to herself.
For an instant, she recalled his eight beautiful, sexy abdominal muscles. She felt her face flush for an instant. She realized that her nose was wet; she quickly wiped it, and luckily discovered that it was only condensation, not blood.
She quietly retreat
