“Please go away. I need to finish bathing.” “With what soap?” He glanced around. “And what washcloth?” Her face heated with frustration. Of course he couldn’t just spare her some dignity. “Don’t worry, I got it.” He winked as he snapped his fingers and a small glass vial of liquid soap appeared in his hand, along with a washcloth. He kneeled forward on the ground and reached over the lip of the tub to dampen the cloth before pouring some of the soap into the middle of it and lathering it up. “Give me your back.”
im so pissed
