“You’re unusually quiet,” Scarlett said, trailing her fingers up and down my thigh. “What are you thinking about?” “You.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder. We were lazing in her bathtub, the lavender-scented bubbles barely covering her curves as we luxuriated in the quiet evening. It was Thursday so we didn’t have training, but I didn’t need that as an excuse to see her anymore.
