Drunk on the sound of laughter flowing from a woman who has spent far too long feeling sad. I take my time, reveling in being able to touch her so freely. “Are you done?” A sigh leaves me. “I guess so. I want to do this again. The princess version of a sponge bath though.” She peeks up at me through the mirror. “Yeah.” She nods. “Okay.” “Okay,” I agree, with a wink that still makes her blush.
