“Rhett. The bubbles.” I shake out of my trance, smirking. “You can’t expect me to focus when you’re standing there, wet, naked, and beautiful.” “I do because I want bubbles.” She gives me big, playful, yet somehow pouty eyes, blushing as she twists back and forth. “And I’ll always make sure you get what you want.” “Always?” “For eternity, Beloved.” I pour the bubbles in,
