Romance

LoverMan (LM) pours me a glass of champagne and lightly massages the back of my neck. He takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. Rose petals adorn the floor. Candles are burning along the counter and in the sconces lining the walls. The mirror is fogged from the steam that is billowing out of the already full bathtub. Cascades of bubbles and foam brush the lip of the tub, wanting to spill over onto the floor.

LM slides my bathrobe off my shoulders, and it falls into a heap on the floor. He lightly kisses my neck and watches me lower myself into the steaming tub. With the touch of a button, Andrea Bocelli graces my ears and soothes my senses. "Relax, my love." And with that, he leaves me in peace.

I am loved.